There was a light in your room, and I saw the shadows of a man and a woman struggling together thrown on the blind." "People in my house!" said Berwin, laying a shaking hand on the arm of Lucian.

"Impossible!" "I tell you it is so!" "Come, then, and we will look for them," said Berwin in a tremulous voice.
"But they have gone by this time!" "Gone!" "Yes," said Denzil rapidly.

"I rang the bell, as I fancied there was some fatal quarrel going on within.

At once the light was put out, and as I could attract no one to the door, I suppose the man and woman must have fled." For a moment or so Berwin said nothing, but his grip on Lucian's arm relaxed, and he moved forward a few steps.

"You must be mistaken, Mr.
Denzil," said he in altered tones, "there can be no person in my house.
I locked the door before I went out, and I have been absent at least two hours." "Then I must be mad, or dreaming!" retorted Lucian, with heat.
"We can soon prove if you are either of the two, sir.