He had not been gone long, when I heard footsteps outside, and shortly after young Hugh Lethbridge appeared.
"You don't mind my calling, do you, Erskine?" he said.
"On the contrary, I am delighted," I replied. "I have just been talking with my man about something which I saw this evening, and he can offer no explanation. Perhaps you can." And I told him what I had seen.
"By Gum!" he said, "that's funny. You are sure you are not mistaken, Erskine?"
"Impossible," I replied. "I saw those eyes as plainly as I see you. It was not dark—the sun had not set, for that matter."
"And were you excited in any way?" And he looked at me steadily.
"No," I replied; "I was not excited."
"It's funny. You don't imagine, do you, that there was anything supernatural about it?"
"I wish I did, but I am sorry to say that I have no faith whatever in the supernatural."
"No," he said; "I remember what you told us up at Trecarrel. And you searched the place thoroughly?"