5/8 That was, in brief, the chief sensation I received from that face in the dim half-light in which I saw it. I did not know it--or, at least, I did not recognise it. But I was already behind him, revolver in hand, shouting 'Help!' "Like an arrow I crossed the room, but noticed a letter on the table as I rushed. I almost came up with the man in the ante-room, for he had lost time in opening the door to the gallery. I flew on wings, and in the gallery was but a few feet behind him. |