But now she was no longer alone, for advancing towards her were two cloaked figures in whom I recognized Harut and Marut.
There she stood with outstretched arms, and towards her, stealthily as lions stalking a buck, came Harut and Marut.

Moreover, between the naked boughs of the fallen elm I caught sight of what looked like the outline of a closed carriage standing upon the drive.

Also I heard a horse stamp upon the frosty ground.

Round the edge of the little glade I ran, keeping in the dark shadow, as I went cocking the pistol that was in my pocket.

Then suddenly I darted out and stood between Harut and Marut and Miss Holmes.
Not a word passed between us.