Here Mr Haredale struck a light, and kindled a pocket taper he had brought with him for the purpose.

It was then, when the flame was full upon him, that the locksmith saw for the first time how haggard, pale, and changed he looked; how worn and thin he was; how perfectly his whole appearance coincided with all that he had said so strangely as they rode along.
It was not an unnatural impulse in Gabriel, after what he had heard, to note curiously the expression of his eyes.

It was perfectly collected and rational;--so much so, indeed, that he felt ashamed of his momentary suspicion, and drooped his own when Mr Haredale looked towards him, as if he feared they would betray his thoughts.
'Will you walk through the house ?' said Mr Haredale, with a glance towards the window, the crazy shutters of which were closed and fastened.

'Speak low.' There was a kind of awe about the place, which would have rendered it difficult to speak in any other manner.

Gabriel whispered 'Yes,' and followed him upstairs.
Everything was just as they had seen it last.