They felt the warmth of its cloak upon them. For they could distinguish the shade sufficiently to see that it wore a cloak which shrouded it from head to foot. On its head it had a soft felt hat.⁠ ⁠…

It moved away, drawing its feet against the walls and sometimes giving a kick into a corner.

“Whew!” said the Persian. “We’ve had a narrow escape; that shade knows me and has twice taken me to the managers’ office.”

“Is it someone belonging to the theater police?” asked Raoul.

“It’s someone much worse than that!” replied the Persian, without giving any further explanation. 5

“It’s not⁠ ⁠… he ?”