While he did so he heard another footstep behind him, and turning round found that Roderick in person had just overtaken him.
At the same moment a woman's figure advanced from within, into the light of the street-lamp, and a face, half-startled, glanced at him out of the darkness.

He gave a cry--it was the face of Mary Garland.

Her glance flew past him to Roderick, and in a second a startled exclamation broke from her own lips.

It made Rowland turn again.

Roderick stood there, pale, apparently trying to speak, but saying nothing.