But one must be careful. One must make sure. A cunning look came into his eyes. With elaborate stealth he crawled backwards from Emily’s body and so into Emily’s bedroom, which looked over the street. Under the blind he reconnoitred the front doorstep. The back of the person was turned towards him, but it was clear to him that the person was John Egerton, though he could only see part of the back and nothing of the head. No two persons in Hammerton Chase, or probably in the world, wore a shabby green coat like that. It was certainly John, come round for some singing, no doubt. He walked back boldly into the hall. He was cooler now, and his heart was working more deliberately. But he was horribly afraid. He put out the lights.

Then he opened the front door, very grudgingly, and looked round the corner.

“Hullo!” said Egerton.

“Hullo!” said Stephen. “Come in,” and then, with a sudden urgency⁠—“ quick! ”