"It is about the only place in the room he could hide in, except of course the wastepaper basket." The _delegato_, who was not apparently a man who quickly seized the humorous side of a remark, at once stepped back from the window, and glanced at the wastepaper basket.
"I may as well look behind the screen," he said, and went towards it.
But before he could reach it the screen moved, and Michael came out from behind it.
The four people in the room gazed at him spell-bound, speechless; Lord John reeled against the wall.

The duke alone retained his self-possession.
Michael advanced into the middle of the room, and for a moment his eyes met Fay's.

Who shall say what he read in their terror-stricken depths?
Then he turned to the duke and said: "I ask pardon of you, duke, and of the duchess, my cousin, for the inconvenience I have caused you.

I confess to the murder of the Marchese di Maltagliala, and sought refuge in the garden.

When the garden was surrounded I sought refuge here.