She ran upstairs, softly opened the door of that room, and peeped in.

The low burning gas showed her that only one bed had an occupant, who appeared to be asleep.

Softly she went to the window, drew the blind aside, and looked down into the street.

But Widdowson had disappeared.

He might of course be on this side of the way.
'Who's that ?' suddenly asked a voice from the occupied bed.
The speaker was Miss Eade.