"How could a shadow come on the glass door ?" "Because some tall man, with one shoulder a trifle lower than the other, stood between the light in the corridor and the glass panel," was the reply, "and his shadow was plainly to be seen.

I thought you noticed it." "Was that when you opened the door and looked out ?" "Yes; I opened the door and look out into the corridor and listened.

I could hear footsteps on the staircase, but they died out while I stood there.

The man was hiding in the building, for the street door was not opened, and we did not see him on the way down.

I suspect that the watchman knew he was there." "The watchman, Jim Scoby, is a rascal," replied Fremont.