By this last the guide who pointed out the house to Woodward directed him to proceed, and he did so.

On passing through, his eye caught the summer house, and he saw at a glance that Alice Goodwin was there, and asleep.

She was, indeed, asleep, but it was a troubled sleep, for the demon gaze of the terrible eye which she dreaded, and which had almost blasted her out of life, she imagined was one more fixed upon her.

Woodward approached with a stealthy step, and saw that, even although asleep, she was deeply agitated, as was evident by her moanings.

He contemplated her features for a brief space.
"Ah," he said to himself, "I have done my work.