I'll lead you home, Mr.Berwin." Scarcely had the name passed his lips than the stranger drew back suddenly, with a hasty exclamation.

Some suspicion seemed to engender a mixture of terror and defiance which placed him on his guard against undue intimacy, even when some undefined fear was knocking at his heart.
"Who are you ?" he demanded in a steadier tone.

"How do you know my name ?" "My name is Denzil, Mr.Berwin, and I live in one of the houses of this square.

As you mention No.

13, I know you can be none other than Mr.
Mark Berwin, the tenant of the Silent House." "The dweller in the haunted house," sneered Berwin, evidently relieved, "who stays there with ghosts, and worse than ghosts." "Worse than ghosts ?" "The phantoms of my own sins, young man.