that my every step had been reported, that the fine net had been drawn
around me with infinite skill & delicacy, and that I was indeed
entangled in its meshes.
I looked around for other reports, but could find none. Remembering
the heavy rains and looking at the gaping roof, I thought this man,
malignant enemy or guardian angel, must be of Spartan habits and cared
little for the comforts of life. Outside the sun was sinking low and
the west was blazing with scarlet & gold. All was sweet & mellow &
peaceful in the golden evening light but my nerves tingled as I sat in
the dark recess of the hut and waited with sombre patience for the
coming of the tenant.
