The coats were exchanged, and he, too, began to steal towards the window.
"This will do for me, sir," said I, pointing to a cupboard under the bookcase.
"Plenty of room beneath the bed," he decided, as Miss Belcher disappeared behind her curtain.

And so it happened that better than either she or the Rector I saw what followed.
We were hiding some while before the owl's cry sounded again and (as it seemed to me) from the same distance as before.

Mr.Rogers, in the Rector's coat and the curate's hat, stepped hurriedly to the valise and began to re-pack it, kneeling with his back to the window, and full in the line of sight.

I am fain to say that he played his part admirably.

The suspense, which kept my heart knocking against my ribs, either did not trouble him or threw into his movements just the amount of agitation to make them plausible.