He said: "We measured the place - that first morning. I'll swear there's no space unaccounted for."
Vera said: "There must be..."
Lombard said: "I'd like to see -"
Vera cried: "Yes, you'd like to see!
And he knows that!
He's in there - waiting for you."
Lombard said, half bringing out the revolver from his pocket: "I've got this, you know."
"You said Blore was all right - that he was more than a match for Armstrong.
So he was physically, and he was on the lookout too.
But what you don't seem to realize is that Armstrong is mad!
And a madman has all the advantages on his side.
He's twice as cunning as any one sane can be."
Lombard put back the revolver in his pocket.
He said: "Come on, then."
IV Lombard said at last: "What are we going to do when night comes?"
Vera didn't answer.
He went on accusingly: "You haven't thought of that?"
She said helplessly: "What can we do?
Oh, my God, I'm frightened..."
Philip Lombard said thoughtfully: "It's fine weather.
There will be a moon.
We must find a place - up by the top cliffs perhaps.
We can sit there and wait for morning.
We mustn't go to sleep... We must watch the whole time. And if any one comes up towards us, I shall shoot!"
He paused: "You'll be cold, perhaps, in that thin dress?"
Vera said with a raucous laugh: "Cold? I should be colder if I were dead!"
Philip Lombard said quietly: "Yes, that's true..."
Vera moved restlessly.
She said: "I shall go mad if I sit here any longer.
Let's move about."
"All right."
They paced slowly up and down, along the line of the rocks overlooking the sea.
The sun was dropping towards the west.
The light was golden and mellow. It enveloped them in a golden glow.
Vera said, with a sudden nervous little giggle: "Pity we can't have a bathe..."
Philip was looking down towards the sea.
He said abruptly: "What's that, there?
You see - by that big rock?
No - a little further to the right."
Vera stared.
She said: "It looks like somebody's clothes!"
"A bather, eh?" Lombard laughed.
"Queer.
I suppose it's only seaweed."
Vera said: "Let's go and look."
"It is clothes," said. Lombard as they drew nearer.
"A bundle of them.
That's a boot.
Come on, let's scramble along here."
They scrambled over the rocks. Vera stopped suddenly.