It was evident that Jean had fled from the window as quickly as Philip had run out into the hall.

Or, if he had not fled, he was hiding in the gloom of the building.

At the thought that Jean might be crouching in the shadows Philip turned suddenly and moved swiftly and silently along the log wall of Adare House.

He half expected a shot out of the darkness, and with his thumb he pressed down the safety lever of his automatic.
He had almost reached his own window when a sound just beyond the pale filter of light that came out of it drew him more cautiously into the pitch darkness of the deep shadow next the wall.

In another moment he was sure.