“I was followed across the court and up the stairs.”
“Followed! By whom?”
“By a dreadful-looking man, chattering in some tongue I did not understand!”
My amazement was momentarily growing greater.
“What kind of a man?” I demanded rather abruptly.
“A yellow-faced man—remember I could only just distinguish him in the darkness on the stairway, and see little more of him than his eyes at that, and his ugly gleaming teeth—oh! it was horrible!”
“You astound me,” I said; “the thing is utterly incomprehensible.” I switched off the light of the lamp. “I'll see if there's any sign of him in the court below.”
“Oh, don't leave me! For heaven's sake don't leave me alone!”
She clutched my arm in the darkness.
“Have no fear; I merely propose to look out from this window.”