Next he fingered the long campaign rapier, and looked away as if trying to penetrate the future.

A sharp gasp slipped past his lips.
"Boy," he said lowly and with apparent calm, "was not that a ship passing ?" Breton looked out of the port-hole.

As he did so the count grasped the vicomte's arm.

The vicomte turned quickly, and for the first time his eyes encountered the grey cloak.

His breath came sharply, while his hand stretched forth mechanically and touched the garment, sinister and repelling though it was.