The building is large, and it stands on ground with much shrubbery that is now heavy with leaf.

So it was difficult to watch all the approaches to it, but I went about it continuously, hour after hour.

A half hour ago, I caught a glimpse of a man, strong, and, as well as I could tell in the night, of a dark complexion.

He was on the lawn, among the shrubbery, hiding a little while and then going on again.

He came to a side door of the house, but he did not knock, because there was no need.