The moment of action had arrived and with it came the return of her wavering courage.
To reach the window the intruder must pass by the foot of the bed where she stood.

Now the light was on the table at the head of the bed and the table was far enough from the bed to shine past her into the room.
The moving figure suddenly came into view.

It was a man, shrouded in a heavy cloak.

He did not glance toward the bed.

His eyes were fixed on the window.