The light still stood motionless as though Mrs.Westmacott remained rigidly in the one position, while from time to time a shadow passed in front of it to show that her midnight visitor was pacing up and down in front of her.

Once they saw his outline clearly, with his hands outstretched as if in appeal or entreaty.

Then suddenly there was a dull sound, a cry, the noise of a fall, the taper was extinguished, and a dark figure fled in the moonlight, rushed across the garden, and vanished amid the shrubs at the farther side.
Then only did the two old ladies understand that they had looked on whilst a tragedy had been enacted.

"Help!" they cried, and "Help!" in their high, thin voices, timidly at first, but gathering volume as they went on, until the Wilderness rang with their shrieks.

Lights shone in all the windows opposite, chains rattled, bars were unshot, doors opened, and out rushed friends to the rescue.