At the road he turned, evidently to stroll back again, and down went my head, I did not venture to look out again, nor was there any need. I dressed quickly, and this time put on my uniform. This precaution seemed urgently—and ominously—called for! And then I slipped downstairs, went to the front hall, and up the other stairs, and quietly called "Tiel!" For I confess I was not disposed to sit for two or three hours waiting for information.
At my second cry he appeared at his bedroom door, prompt as usual.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Who did you speak to last night?" I asked point-blank.
He looked at me for an instant and then smiled.
"Good heavens, it wasn't you, was it?" he inquired.
"Me!" I exclaimed.
"I wondered how you knew otherwise."
I told him briefly.
"And now tell me exactly what happened!" I demanded.