For my part I could better spare that dreadful woman at number three with her short skirts and her snake.

But, oh, Bertha, look! look!! look!!!" Her voice had fallen suddenly to a quivering whisper and she was pointing to the Westmacotts' house.

Her sister gave a gasp of horror, and stood with a clutch at Monica's arm, staring in the same direction.
There was a light in the front room, a slight, wavering light such as would be given by a small candle or taper.

The blind was down, but the light shone dimly through.

Outside in the garden, with his figure outlined against the luminous square, there stood a man, his back to the road, his two hands upon the window ledge, and his body rather bent as though he were trying to peep in past the blind.