Yet the grounds outside were heavy with shrubbery, and, keeping hidden in it, he advanced farther and farther, eager to see.
He was not yet twenty yards from the walls and he saw human figures passing before the windows.

Then a dark form presently slipped from a small door and stood a moment or two on the graveled walk, as if undecided.

John felt the pulses beating hard in his temples.

He knew that stalwart figure.

It was none other than the grim and faithful Suzanne and, daring all, he went to the very edge of the shrubbery, calling in a loud whisper: "Suzanne! Suzanne!" She stood attentive, glanced about, and, seeing that no one observed her, came to the edge of the deep shadow.
"Suzanne! Suzanne!" called John again.