Then she was gone.

I stood looking at the door which she had closed behind her, and then I left the house.

There was no reason why I should stay in that place another minute.
As I was about to mount my bicycle the boy came around the corner of the inn.

Upon his face was a diabolical grin.

The thought rushed into my mind that he might have been standing beneath the parlor window.
Instinctively I made a movement towards him, but he did not run.