The young man peered about the shadows beyond the radius of the lamp, a nervous dread at his heart.
"Who's in the room!" he demanded, glancing behind him.
"Who's in the room!" he demanded.
Then with a self-contemptuous shake of his head he muttered angrily:
"That's queer. I could have sworn somebody was looking over my shoulder. Bah! My nerves are going bad!"
He returned to the reading of the letter.
"I met some one from home to-day," went on Anne Marie's epistle. "If there's any truth in the rumour that Kathrien is going to marry Frederik, it mustn't be, Mr. Grimm. It must not. She must not marry him. For Frederik is my little boy's fa——"
"There is some one here!" muttered Frederik, laying down the letter.