Suddenly it was extinguished.

A man's face looked down upon us for a moment, then drew back; a skeleton hand was put out softly and slowly, and the shutter drawn to.

Hand and face belonged to the man I had sent tumbling among the graves the evening before.
"The Italian doctor," said Master Pory.
There was something peculiar in his tone.

I glanced at him, but his broad red face and twinkling eyes told me nothing.

"The Italian doctor," he repeated.