Her manner and tone caused him to sit up at once.
“Is anything the matter?”
“Come quickly!”
He hurried to the window.
“Look!” she urged, clutching at his arm with her trembling fingers. “See that man going down the road?”
The stranger who had lately departed from the inn was walking briskly away, the cape of his dark cloak flapping about him, his head bent to the chill wind that was blowing. His figure, in spite of the folds of the cloak, seemed slender and graceful.
“I see him,” said Dunbar.
“He was here a few moments ago—in this house!”
“Well?”
“Do you see nothing familiar about him?”