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Jessie could feel rather than see that the signal was flashing out again, She looked about her for some assistance. In the distance a man came from the direction of the house. In the semi-darkness he paused to light a cigarette, and the reflection of the match shone on his face.
Jessie started, and her face flushed. It seemed as if the stars were fighting for her to-night. She recognised the dark, irregular features behind the glow of the match. She had made up her mind what to do.