I gave but one glance, and felt as if I had run my head against a wall or had received a blow over the heart. For those fierce black eyes were full of menace. They had leaped to mine as blade leaps to blade, touches lightly, slides along, and holds your own with the compelling pressure that presages assault. They were like thunderclouds charged with blasting lightnings. They were full of understanding and dreadful intention, and all this I saw in one single glance.
I gripped Le Marchant's jacket.
"Out quick!" I whispered, and turned and went.
"What—?" he began.
"Torode of Herm is there."
"The devil! Did he see you?"
"I think so. Yes, he looked at me through the looking-glass."
"No time to lose then!" and he sped down the yard, and through the slit of a door, and down the dark road, and I was not a foot behind him.
"You are quite sure, Carré?" he panted, as we ran.
"Quite sure. His eyes drew mine, and I knew him as he knew me."