Chapter XXIII MONTAGUE HILL SEES LIGHT AT LAST At exactly ten minutes past ten Annabel rang the bell of her sister’s flat. He removed his cigarette from his lips and waved it gently in the air. He did not think of her as a killer, he could barely conceive it. "Good Lord!—cannibals?" "Aye. She saw the moonlit waters, the black shadow of the proa, the moon-fire that ran down the far edge of the bellying sail, the silent natives: no sound except the slapping of the outrigger and the low sibilant murmur of water falling away from the sides—and the beating of her heart. ‘And then you will be obliged to remain in France,’ she pointed out. In his condition the boy apparently had been as safe as in the lock-up. Instead, God had sent her Sebastianus, a man who had sold his soul to the Devil to gain eternal life, or perhaps he was even the Devil himself. ” She knelt upon the floor of her cell and clasped her hands, and remained for a long time in silence. \" \"If only it worked that way! Oh, it’s just not fair.
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