Just for a second the light therefore flashed upon a face, and Gaydon at his dark window caught a glimpse of it.

The face was the face of his King.
Gaydon was more than ever puzzled.

He had only seen the face for an instant; moreover, he was looking down upon it, so that he might be mistaken.

He felt, however, that he was not, and he began to wonder at the business that could take his King to this mysterious house.

But there was one thing of which he was sure amidst all his doubts, Rome was not the safest city in the world for a man to walk about at nights.