There was a faint vibration now and again from the underground track that ran twenty yards from the house where they sat; but the streets were quiet enough round the Cathedral.

Once a hoot rang far away, as if some ominous bird of passage were crossing between London and the stars, and once the cry of a woman sounded thin and shrill from the direction of the river.

For the rest there was no more than the solemn, subdued hum that never ceased now night or day.
"Yes; Felsenburgh," said Father Blackmore once more.

"I cannot get that man out of my head.

And yet, what do I know of him?
What does any one know of him ?" Percy licked his lips to answer, and drew a breath to still the beating of his heart.