I paused a moment, and in the act swung slightly round, so that I was facing the supporting wall of the front door steps.

The act froze me into a sudden stillness like that of Rupert, for a figure almost as motionless as the pillars of the portico, but unmistakably human, had put his head out from between the doorposts and was gazing down into the area.

One of the lighted lamps of the street was just behind his head, throwing it into abrupt darkness.

Consequently, nothing whatever could be seen of his face beyond one fact, that he was unquestionably staring at us.

I must say I thought Rupert's calmness magnificent.