“Hush! Not a word!—Don, watch that man!”

The young man looked at the dog and turned pale.

“Where is Mrs. Sharkey?”

“Downstairs, sir.”

There were sounds of men's voices from below, and from above there came the convulsive sobs of a child, deadened as by a door between.

“Give me your candle.”

The man gave it.

“Don't speak or stir, or else——”

John glanced at the dog, and the man trembled.

“Come upstairs, child,” and the girl followed him to the upper floor.