It was a summer's night and the curtained windows were partly open.

Iberville noted that Jessica's face wore the self-same shadow as in the afternoon when she had seen the stranger with Radisson.
"What was it, my dear ?" said the governor.
She did not answer, but pressed his hand nervously.

"A spy, I believe," said Iberville, in a low voice.

"Yes, yes," said Jessica in a half whisper; "a man looked in at the window; a face that I have seen--but I can't remember when." The governor went to the window and drew the curtains.

There was nothing to see.