It was after ten o'clock.

Where was Jean?
he wondered.

Why had Josephine not sent some word to him--at least an explanation telling him why she could not see him as she had promised?
Why had Croisset spoken in that strange way just before they entered the door of Adare House?
Nothing had happened, and he was becoming more and more convinced that nothing would happen--that night.
He turned suddenly from the door, facing the window in his room.

The next instant he stood tense and staring.

A face was glued against the pane: dark, sinister, with eyes that shone with the menacing glare of a beast.