Then, apparently, he gave up his search for the name--the pictured face.

But his manner was still suspicious.
"All right, Brooks," he said tersely, "if you're needed in the night, you'll be called!" Brooks bowed.

"Very well, sir." He closed the door softly behind him, glad to have escaped as well as he had.
But that he had not entirely lulled the detective's watchfulness to rest was evident as soon as he had gone.

Anderson waited a few seconds, then moved noiselessly over to the hall door--listened--opened it suddenly--closed it again.

Then he proceeded to examine the alcove--the stairs, where the gleaming eye had wavered like a corpse-candle before Lizzie's affrighted vision.