The doctor had seen a tall, white figure in the hall—in the shade beyond the window.
“Hish!” said the doctor again, seizing Tom by the arm, and pointing, with a mysterious nod or two, towards the figure.
“Lawk!—Oh! oh!—Law bless us!” murmured the man; and the doctor with another “Hish,” pushed him gently backward a little.
CHAPTER LXVII.
THE PHANTOM IS TRACKED
As the doctor made this motion, the figure in white crossed the hall swiftly, and stood at the study door. It looked portentously tall, and was covered with a white drapery, a corner of which hung over its face. It entered the room, unlocked William Maubray’s desk from which it took some papers; then locked the desk, carrying away which, it left the room.
“Follow, with the light,” whispered the doctor, himself pursuing on tiptoe.