And then it gave way. Just ahead there was a thin slip of light not five yards in front of her. It grew broader, a beam of moonlight, admitting the silver world outside and the peace of the upland meadow surrounding this fever spot of a castle.
The door was opening slowly. Constance came to an abrupt stop. Then, as the door continued to open, she moved instinctively to the side, crouching against the wall. A figure stood in the patch of moonlight. It was the figure she had seen out in the meadow a few minutes before. It was dressed in a long, black sleeveless robe, and on its head was a cap, fitting close to the skull, covering the ears and the back of the neck and blazoned with signs which she could not read. In its hand was a knife. It stopped a moment in the opening of the door, then b
