She must not worry if Sir John and I are not on time for breakfast." Then he darted rapidly away.

Ten minutes later he reached the window where he had left Sir John the night before.

He listened, not a sound came from within; the huntsman's ear could detect the morning woodland sounds, but no others.

Roland climbed through the window with his customary agility, and rushed through the choir into the sacristy.
One look sufficed to show him that not only the choir but the entire chapel was empty.

Had the spectres led the Englishman along the reverse of the way he had come himself?
Possibly.