A step crunched over the frozen snow; from under the still shadow of the trees a moving shadow came.

A man, wrapped in a long cloak, and with a fur cap down over his eyes, came round the angle of the building and began pacing up and down the terrace.

Grace's heart stood still for an instant.

Who was this midnight walker?
Not Sir Ronald Keith watching his lady's lattice--it was too tall for him.

Not the Captain--the cloaked figure was too slight.