“What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Nothing,” said Michael unsteadily.
Knebworth was staring past him at the window.
“What was that?” he said.
With the exception of the illumination from the two candles and the faint dusk light that came from the garden, the room was in darkness.
“Did you see it?” he asked, and ran to the window, staring out.
“What was it?” asked old Mr. Longvale, joining him.
“I could have sworn I saw a head in the window. Did you see it, Brixan?”
“I saw something,” said Michael unsteadily. “Do you mind if I go out into the garden?”
“I hoped you saw it. It looked like a monkey’s head to me.”