He turned his eyes away to the jagged tops of the young trees, to the glimpses of dark fields beyond them, and inhaled the scent of the wet, green things.

It seemed to Anthony as if it all were hostile--as though the whole outdoors were besieging this house.
He caught the sway of the pacing figure whose shadow moved in regular rhythm across the yellow shades.

It entered his mind, clung there, and finally he began to pace in the same cadence, up and down the room.

With every step he felt that he was entering deeper into the danger which threatened John Woodbury.

What danger?
For answer to himself he stepped to the windows and pulled down the shades.