I say, look at the time! Good-night! Good-night!" He advanced towards her.

She was standing facing him, with her back to the fire.

But something--something in her eyes--arrested him, sending his own glancing backwards over his shoulder.

She was looking, not at him, but beyond him.
The next instant, with a sharp oath, Jerry had wheeled in his tracks.

He, too, stood facing the door, staring wide-eyed, dumbfounded.
There, at the head of the stairs, quite motionless, quite silent, facing them both, stood Piet Cradock..