By and by he scrambled up, collected a heap of garments, and flung them back into a wardrobe beside the bed; stepped to the bureau--still keeping his face averted from the window--picked up and pocketed the licence which the Rector had left there; returned to the valise, and, stooping again, rammed its contents tighter.

I saw that he had disengaged the leather straps which ran round it, pulling them clear of their loops.
It was then that I heard a light sound on the cobbles outside, and knew it for a footstep.
"W'st!" said a voice.

"W'st--Whitmore!".