and catlike along the terrace, and leaped up the end staircase on to the roof. The soft, eternal passion of anger in his limbs.
Kate stood in the doorway of the room, transfixed. The light of day seemed to have darkened before her face.
“Holá! You there!” she heard his voice from the roof, in such anger it was almost a laugh, from far away.
For answer, a confused noise from the courtyard, and several shots. The slow, steady answer of shots!
She started as a rushing hiss broke on the air. In terror she waited. Then she saw it was a rocket bursting with a sound like a gun, high over the lake, and emitting a shower of red balls of light. A signal from Ramón!
Unable to go into the dark room, Kate waited as