These surmises about the listener at the door, by their manifest though perhaps unintended implication, pointed to a deeper and more terrible mystery than he had imagined.
Austin Turold did not speak.

Darkness had long since fallen, and a lamp, which had been brought in by the maid who was also the model, stood on the table between the two men, and threw its shaded beams on their faces.

A clock on the mantel-piece chimed eight, and aroused Barrant to the flight of time.
"I must get back," he said.

"I intended to see Dr.Ravenshaw, but I shall leave that until later.

Can I get a conveyance back to Penzance ?" "There is a public wagonette.