At once Alec knew what he must do. He climbed the ladder quietly, then through the window and into the room. Hall was in bed, watching in silence. Alec leaned his gun carefully against the windowsill. He went to Hall, knelt beside him, and whispered, “Sir, was you calling out for me?” Hall said nothing, but his gaze was gentle, even grateful. “I know, I know…,” Alec said and touched him.
