But even then I felt that at the very last moment her being had recoiled before some shadow of a suspicion.

And it occurred to me, too, to wonder what sort of business Mr.Blunt could have had to transact with our odious visitor, of a nature so urgent as to make him run out after him into the hall?
Unless to beat him a little with one of the sticks that were to be found there?
White hair so much like an expensive wig could not be considered a serious protection.

But it couldn't have been that.

The transaction, whatever it was, had been much too quiet.

I must say that none of us had looked out of the window and that I didn't know when the man did go or if he was gone at all.