The child was returning to the room where they had passed the evening, when she fancied she saw a figure just gliding in at the door.

There was nothing but a long dark passage between this door and the place where she had changed the money, and, being very certain that no person had passed in or out while she stood there, the thought struck her that she had been watched.
But by whom?
When she re-entered the room, she found its inmates exactly as she had left them.

The stout fellow lay upon two chairs, resting his head on his hand, and the squinting man reposed in a similar attitude on the opposite side of the table.

Between them sat her grandfather, looking intently at the winner with a kind of hungry admiration, and hanging upon his words as if he were some superior being.

She was puzzled for a moment, and looked round to see if any else were there.