“Now，“shesaidsuddenly，withasortofdesperation，risingfromherchairandseemingtocommandRodneytofulfilhispart。Hedrewthecurtaininstantly，andshemadenoattempttostophim。Theireyesatoncesoughtthesamespotbeneaththelamp-post。
“He\'snotthere！“sheexclaimed。
Noonewasthere。Williamthrewthewindowupandlookedout。Thewindrushedintotheroom，togetherwiththesoundofdistantwheels，footstepshurryingalongthepavement，andthecriesofsirenshootingdowntheriver。
“Denham！“Williamcried。
“Ralph！“saidKatharine，butshespokescarcelylouderthanshemighthavespokentosomeoneinthesameroom。Withtheireyesfixedupontheoppositesideoftheroad，theydidnotnoticeafigureclosetotherailingwhichdividedthegardenfromthestreet。ButDenhamhadcrossedtheroadandwasstandingthere。Theywerestartledbyhisvoicecloseathand。