The lieutenant, although he prided himself upon his impartial and disinterested study of human nature, was the kindliest of men.

He had more kindliness than observation by a great deal.

Moreover, there were special reasons which caused him to take an interest in Harry Feversham.

He sat for a little while with the air of a man profoundly disturbed.

Then, acting upon an impulse, he went to the door, opened it noiselessly, as noiselessly passed out, and, without so much as a click of the latch, closed the door behind him.
And this is what he saw: Harry Feversham, holding in the centre of the hall a lighted candle high above his head, and looking up toward the portraits of the Fevershams as they mounted the walls and were lost in the darkness of the roof.