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As if defiantly the Boulogne boat, near at hand, was ablaze, on the shore

side at least, with lights Stewards came and went Beyond it lay the

harbor, dark and ht

One of the buyers ahead of Sara Lee seeet us," she said "Look at that fog!"

"It's lifting, dearie," answered a weary voice behind her "The wind is

carrying it away"

When Sara Lee's turn caroup oftable, looked her over carefully Her

passportsbusiness, and

the baby wailing harder than ever But the office was at least ware ca her papers,

round the table They were given back to her at last, and she went out

She had passed the first ordeal

Suitcase in hand she wandered down the stone jetty The Boulogne boat

she passed, and kept on At the very end, dark and sinister, lay another

boat It had no lights The tide was in, and its deck lay almost flush

with the pier Sara Lee walked on toward it until a voice spoke to her

out of the darkness and near at hand