When we returned to the street, light from the kitchen windows had filled the areas.

Eventually I turned and looked toward the far end of the bridge. There on the corner to the east was a bright patch of light at an intersection of closed shops.

Lights were blazing and men were running here and there: they had just discovered that a prisoner had escaped.

The lights were all on, staff in position.

We could see the lights on the distant boats twinkling.