“Hold!” he said, as the cloaked figure stepped backward and again was entirely enveloped by the darkness. If there were any answer to this command, it was drowned by the roll of thunder which followed the lightning.
“You await a lady here, do you not?” continued Bame, proceeding on the theory that the man was Francis Frazer, “Well, I come with word from her.”
Still no answer came. Bame reached forward and touched the shoulder of the silent figure, saying as he did so, “I come from Anne.”
“So, what is the message?”
“She is held in custody by the coroner.”
“For what purpose?”
“As a witness before the grand jury.”
“When did you see her?”
“On the day of the inquest.”
“Who are you?”