Some other person was moving through the gloom beyond the streak of light.
With his pistol in readiness, Philip darted through the illuminated path.

A startled cry broke out of the night, and with that cry his hand gripped fiercely in the deep fur of a coat.

In the same breath an exclamation of astonishment came from his own lips as he looked into the white, staring face of Josephine.

His pistol arm had dropped to his side.

He believed that she had not seen the weapon, and he thrust it in his trousers pocket.
"You, Josephine!" he gasped.