It meant that someone was coming through Mata Ikan, and as the road came on only to Casuarinas it meant we were about to have a visitor. Denis heard the racket too, and clambered out of bed with a small groan. There was no sound of an engine, so our visitor would have to be on foot or on a bicycle. For some reason my heart was racing and after Denis headed to the front door I pulled on my dressing gown and hurried after him. By the time I caught up with him he was waiting under the porch. Chu Lun had intercepted our visitor on the gravel turning circle at the end of the drive and was leading him towards us. The porch light revealed a dishevelled, pale-faced Loi Tak. ‘What sort of blithering idiot are you?’ Denis snapped. ‘By now the whole village must know you’ve come to see me.’ ‘I had a scarf around my face,’ Loi Tak said shakily. ‘Nobody could have recognised me. But those dogs! I had no idea they would make so much noise.’ He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.
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