"So I'm to be Paul Lowther."
"You are to pretend to be Paul Lowther."
"I told you afore, as it won't go into my nob, and no more it will," said Drayton, scratching his head.
"You shall have time to learn your lesson; you shall have it pat," said Hugh Ritson. "Meantime—"
At that instant Drayton's eyes were riveted on the skylight with an affrighted stare.
"Look yonder!" he whispered.
"What?"
"The face on the roof!"
Hugh Ritson plucked up the candle and thrust it over his head and against the glass. "What face?" he said, contemptuously.
Again Drayton's head fell in shame at his abject fear.