"It is only myself, Leah. Why is the lamp not alight?"
"Heaven be good to us, sir!" she cried. "I thought I heard somebody go upstairs."
"Mr. Lake has gone up."
She dropped her candlestick upon the slab, and backed against the wall, looking more white and terrified than ever. I thought she was about to faint.
"Mr. Charles! I feel as if I could die! I ought to have bolted the front door."
"But what for?" I cried, intensely surprised. "What on earth is the matter, Leah?"
"He is up there, sir! Up in your front sitting-room. I put out the hall-lamp, thinking the house would be best in darkness."
"Who is up there?" For in the moment's bewilderment I did not glance at the truth.
"Mr. Tom, sir. Captain Heriot."
"Mr. Tom! Up there?"