I followed the old woman into the corridor, and set her mind at ease, in a whisper.

"I have kept what you told me a secret," I said.

"The man was out in the twilight, as you foresaw.

I have spoken to him; and I am quite as curious as the rest of you.

Get the book." Lucilla had (to confess the truth) infected me with her idea, that the gazetteer might help us in interpreting the stranger's remarkable question relating to the third of last month, and his extraordinary assertion that I had distressed him when I looked at him.