"There is one on the dressing-table just to the left of the window. I will get it—"
But he grasped my arm roughly, and:
"This is my business! Wait here for me," he rapped tersely.
He heard the rasp of the match upon the box, as I struck a light to guide him in his search. Whereupon:
"I thought I warned you!" he cried, and struck the match from my hand. "No light!"
With that he pushed open the door, and I saw his square figure outlined against the moon-bright open window as he crossed the room. Since he had referred to the peril which hung over us, it was with bated breath that I awaited his return, not in the least knowing what to expect. A few moments later he returned with the candlestick.
"Now," said he, carefully reclosing the door, "light the candle."
Awed by something in his voice and manner, I did as he directed without demur, noting with amazement, in the light thus created, how simple yet how effective was the disguise which my friend had adopted.
He gave me no time for comment, however, but:
"Listen," said he. "I'm going to put this candle in your room and then you and I are going to run."