It was almost an instinctive movement on her part.

She could not have said that she actually heard anything besides the falling rain which had died down to a soft patter among the trees in the compound.

But something induced her took up, and so doing, she caught a glimpse of a figure on the verandah without that sent all the blood in her body racing to her heart.

It was but a momentary glimpse.

The next instant it was gone, gone like a shadow, so that she found herself asking breathlessly if it had ever been, or if by any means her imagination had tricked her.