“There is some one below,” she said.
“You—you saw—it?”
“I did.”
“And—and—followed it?”
Gray licked his parched lips, as after a pause he added.—
“Ada—a—what manner of appearance was it?”
“Will you follow it with me?”
“Not for worlds—not for worlds,” cried Gray. “Tell me, Ada, was—was—was it a man of—tall stature.”
“It was,” said Ada.
“Of—of noble bearing—hair—slightly silvered?”