"There's a tool-shed at the bottom of the garden," Deede Dawson said
to him. "You can sleep there, tonight. You'll find some sacks you
can make a bed of."
Without a word in reply Dunn turned and stumbled away. He felt very
tired--physically exhausted--and the idea of a bed, even of sacks
in an outhouse, became all at once extraordinarily attractive.
He found the place without difficulty, and, making a pile of the
sacks, flung himself down on them and was asleep almost at once.
But almost as promptly he awoke again, for he had dreamed of Ella
driving her car through the night towards some strange peril from
which in his dream he was trying frantically and ineffectively to
save her when he awoke.
So it was all through the night.
His utter and complete exhaustion compelled him to sleep, and every
time some fresh, fantastic dream in which Ella and the huge motor-car
and the dreadful burden she had with her always figured, awoke him
with a fresh start.
But towards morning he fell into a heavy sleep from which presently
he awoke to find it broad daylight and Deede Dawson standing on the
threshold of the shed with his perpetually smiling lips and his
cold, unsmiling eyes.
"Well, my man; had a good sleep?" he said.
"I was tired," Dunn answered.
"Yes, we had a busy night," agreed Deede Dawson. "I slept well,
too.
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