Wilkins was afraid.
They reached the bottom of the sloping path, and the light of the
lantern flickered over an open space with houses round three sides.
The sea was the fourth side, lazily washing backwards and forwards on
pebbles.
"San Salvatore," said the man pointing with his lantern to a
black mass curved round the water like an arm flung about it.
They strained their eyes. They saw the black mass, and on the
top of it a light.
"San Salvatore?" they both repeated incredulously, for where were
the suit-cases, and why had they been forced to get out of the fly?
"Si, si--San Salvatore."
They went along what seemed to be a quay, right on the edge of
the water. There was not even a low wall here--nothing to prevent the
man with the lantern tipping them in if he wanted to. He did not,
however, tip them in. Perhaps it was all right after all, Mrs. Wilkins
again suggested to Mrs. Arbuthnot on noticing this, who this time was
herself beginning to think that it might be, and said no more about
God's hands.
The flicker of the lantern danced along, reflected in the wet
pavement of the quay. Out to the left, in the darkness and evidently
at the end of a jetty, was a red light. They came to an archway with a
heavy iron gate. The man with the lantern pushed the gate open.
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