"Suppose me to be Bethel," I said, leaning back in the big chair. "That window is now just as it was last night, I take it?"
"Just the same."
"Well, if you choose to go outside and walk beside the fence, you will be able to decide whether I could be seen as I have stated."
He hesitated a moment, and then said:
"Wait; I'll try it;" and opened the door.
"Long," I whispered, as he passed out, "keep this side of the fence."
"Yes."
He was back in a moment.
"I can see you plainly," he said.