The face in the Rock was watching her, as it had always watched her, but this time with a dreadful sneer which she had never seen before.

It frightened her so that she moaned and tossed uneasily, and awoke with a cry, shaking with terror.
As she reached out her hand for the matches by the bedside to light the gas, the sound of the front door-bell pealed through the house.

Sisily sprang up, her eyes seeking to pierce the darkness, her ears listening intently.

Who could it be?
She was alone in the house.

Mrs.Johns had gone to one of her spiritualistic meetings, and was not likely to be home until late.