Lenora's cheeks grew paler.
"Must we stay ?" she murmured.

"I don't think I want to see what's inside.
Mr.Quest! Mr.Quest!" She clung to his arm.

They were opposite the little aperture which served as a window, and at that moment it suddenly framed the face of a creature, human in features, diabolical in expression.

Long hair drooped over one cheek, the close-set eyes were filled with fury, the white teeth gleamed menacingly.

Quest felt in his pocket for his revolver.
"Say, that's some face!" he remarked.