he determined to make use of his advantage, and play the spy upon
Eve's movements without scruple. The interest she had hitherto
excited in him was faint indeed compared with emotions such as this
first glimpse of her had kindled and fanned. A sense of peril warned
him to hold aloof; tumult of his senses rendered the warning
useless.

At eleven o'clock he was sitting by his bedroom window, in darkness,
watching the house across the way.



CHAPTER VI


It was just upon midnight when Eve returned. She came at a quick
walk, and alone; the light of the street-lamps showed her figure
distinctly enough to leave the watcher in no doubt. A latchkey
admitted her to the house. Presently there appeared a light at an
upper window, and a shadow kept moving across the blind. When the
light was extinguished Hilliard went to bed, but that night he slept
little.

The next morning passed in restless debate with himself. He did not
cross the way to call upon Eve: the thought of speaking with her on
the doorstep of a lodging-house proved intolerable. All day long he
kept his post of observation. Other persons he saw leave and enter
the house, but Miss Madeley did not come forth. That he could have
missed her seemed impossible, for even while eating his meals he
remained by the window. Perchance she had left home very early in