Then, indeed, he gave over and went to look after his "beasts."
At the same hour Mary Grey, locked fast in her room, suffered agonies of terror and anxiety. She, too, had seen a "ghost"—a ghost of her past life—a ghost that might have come to summon her from her present luxurious home!
On her way down-stairs to the drawing-room she had been arrested on the head of the middle landing by the sight of a once familiar face and form.
She met the distended eyes of this apparition, and saw at once that he had recognized her as surely as she had recognized him.
And in an instant she vanished.
She darted into her own room and locked the door and sank breathless into the nearest chair.
And there she sat now, with beating heart and burning head, waiting for what should come next.
A rap at the door was the next thing that came.
It frightened her, of course—everything frightened her now.
"Who is that?" she nervously inquired.