Robert was still uncertain what he should do, when his eyes wandered from the central figure and fell on something else which made him give a little cry of astonishment--a cry which was drowned amid the howling of the gale.
Raffles Haw was standing in the corner of the room.

Where he had come from Robert could not say, but he was certain that he had not been there when he first looked in.

He stood silent, wrapped in some long, dark dressing-gown, his arms folded, and a bitter smile upon his pale face.
Old McIntyre seemed to see him at almost the same moment, for he snarled out an oath, and clutched still closer at his treasure, looking slantwise at the master of the house with furtive, treacherous eyes.
"And it has really come to this!" said Haw at last, taking a step forward.

"You have actually fallen so low, Mr.McIntyre, as to steal into my house at night like a common burglar.

You knew that this window was unguarded.