The look in that man's drawn white face and black eyes haunted him, There was tragedy there, the shadow of terrible things, fear, and the murderous desire to kill! Through that door they had passed, the two men, one in flight, the other in pursuit.
Where were they now?
Perhaps it had been a trap.

Pritchard had spoken seriously enough of his enemies.
Then, as he stood there, he saw for the first time a thin line of light through the closely-drawn curtains of a room on the ground floor of the adjoining house.

Without a moment's hesitation, he crossed the road and rang the bell.

The door was opened, after a trifling delay, by a man in plain clothes, who might, however, have been a servant in mufti.

He looked at Tavernake suspiciously.
"I am sorry to have disturbed you," Tavernake explained, "but I saw some one go in the house next to you, a little time ago.