Dinah’s teeth chattered and her eyes showed their whites in a startling way.
Mara came near uttering a cry of surprise as she entered the apartment to find a stranger standing in the center of the floor.
His hand was upraised enjoining silence.
“I am a friend,” he said quickly, in a low tone.
“’Fore de lawd, he mus’ be a sperit,” chattered Dinah, “No immortal man c’u’d a got hyer and not a bref uv a soul to see ’im—”
“Hush!” warned the man.
He was of middle age, medium in stature, and with a well-knit frame.
His cleanly shaven face was frank and handsome. Perhaps his eyes were a bit too bright, but on the whole he seemed every inch a gentleman.
He was in citizen’s dress and as far as was seen he carried no weapons.
All this Mara saw at a glance.