It was a low-browed, sullen face.
She could not keep her mind on the story that was being unfolded on the screen.

She watched the ill-fated Jean Valjean being led off to prison for stealing a loaf of bread almost without seeing him.

It was not until the scene where, bruised in spirit and prison-warped, Jean steals the good priest's candlesticks and makes off with them, that full remembrance came to Grace.

Now she knew why that face was strangely familiar.

The man she had seen was none other than "Larry, the Locksmith." In her mind's eye Grace saw him sitting in the court room with humped shoulders, his eyes bent fiercely upon her, as she related what she had seen with her face pressed close to the window pane of the haunted house.