He went a long, slow step closer to her, with both his hands outstretched.
A strange scene for a street, and Ronicky Doone saw the girl flash a glance over her shoulder and back to the house from which she had just come.

Ronicky Doone followed that glance, and he saw, all hidden save the profile of the face, a man standing at an opposite window and smiling scornfully down at that picture in the street.
What a face it was! Never in his life had Ronicky Doone seen a man who, in one instant, filled him with such fear and hatred, such loathing and such dread, such scorn and such terror.

The nose was hooked like the nose of a bird of prey; the eyes were long and slanting like those of an Oriental.

The face was thin, almost fleshless, so that the bony jaw stood out like the jaw of a death's-head.
As for the girl, the sight of that onlooker seemed to fill her with a new terror.

She shrank back from Bill Gregg until her shoulders were almost pressed against the wall of the house.