But the secrecy of his coming had something sinister and most alarming.

Sylvia joined her hands above her lover's arm, holding her breath.
"Shout to him!" she whispered.

"Cry out that there's danger." "Not yet!" said Chayne, with his eyes fixed upon the lighted room; and then, in spite of herself, a low and startled cry broke from Sylvia's lips.

A great shadow had been suddenly flung upon the ceiling of the room, the shadow of a man, bloated and made monstrous by the light.

The intruder had entered the room; and with so much stealth that his presence was only noticed by the two who watched in the road below.