III
It was not yet dawn when I was aroused from the fitful slumber into
which I had at last fallen by a sharp knocking at the door. When I
answered the summons by 'All right, Sinfi,' and heard her footsteps
descend the stairs, the words of Rhona Boswell again came to me.
I found that I must return to the bungalow to get my bath.
The startled servant who let me in asked if there was anything the
matter. I explained my early rising by telling him that I was merely
going to Knockers' Llyn to see the sunrise. He gave me a letter which
had come on the previous evening, and had been addressed by mistake
to Carnarvon. As the handwriting was new to me, I felt sure that it
was only an unimportant missive from some stranger, and I put it into
my pocket without opening it.
On my return I found Sinfi in the little room where we had supped. I
guessed that an essential part of her crazy project was that we
should breakfast at the llyn.
On the table was a basket filled with the materials for the
breakfast.
Another breakfast was spread for us two on the table, and the teapot
was steaming.
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