She recognized him in a second.

It was Monck,--but Monck as she never before had seen him, Monck with eyes alight with fever and lips drawn back like the lips of a snarling animal.

In his right hand he gripped a revolver.
He saw her as suddenly as she saw him, and a rapid change crossed his face.

He reached out and caught her by the shoulder.
"Come in! Come in!" he said, his words rushing over each other in a confused jumble utterly unlike his usual incisive speech.

"You're safe in here.