A thought struck me.
"You have seen him!" I exclaimed.
He set down the lamp upon the table, and deliberately seated himself.
"Seen whom ?" he asked, producing a pipe and tobacco.
"The man who looked in--whose face I saw at the window." He struck a match and lit his pipe.
"I have seen no one," he answered quietly.

"The face was probably a fancy of yours.

I should recommend you to forget it." I looked down at his marsh-stained shoes.

One foot was wet to the ankle, and a thin strip of green seaweed had wound itself around his trousers.

To any other man I should have had more to say.