Sweetwater looked as if he thought it was, but he did not presume to say anything, and the others being too interested in the developments of Miss Page's story to waste any time on lesser matters, Frederick remained, greatly to Miss Page's evident satisfaction.
"Did you see this man's face?" Mr. Courtney now broke in, in urgent inquiry.
Her answer came slowly, after another long look in Frederick's direction.
"No, I did not dare to make the effort. I was obliged to crouch too close to the floor. I simply heard his footsteps."
"See, now!" muttered Sweetwater, but in so low a tone she did not hear him. "She condemns herself. There isn't a woman living who would fail to look up under such circumstances, even at the risk of her life."
Knapp seemed to agree with him, but Mr. Courtney, following his one idea, pressed his former question, saying:
"Was it an old man's step?"
"It was not an agile one."
"And you did not catch the least glimpse of the man's face or figure?"
"Not a glimpse."