It was
not unusual for us to part indignant with each other. We invariably
clashed, disagreed, and argued hotly if we got on certain subjects,
but to-night I did not want him to leave angrily. Something had made
me afraid and uncertain and uneasy. I could not define, could only
feel it, and if Selwyn should fail me-- Shivering, I stood in the
doorway, and as I started to go in I noticed a young fellow across
the street under a tree, who seemed to be watching the house. He was
evidently nervous and moved restlessly in the small circle of the
shadow cast by the bare branches. Selwyn apparently did not see him,
and, crossing the street, was close upon him before he knew he was
there. To my astonishment I saw him start and stop, saw him take the
man by the arm.
"What in the name of Heaven--" In the still, cold air I could hear
distinctly. "Why are you down here this time of night? Where are
you going?"
If there was answer I could not hear it, but I could see the movement
of the young man's shoulders, could see him draw away and turn his
back to Selwyn.
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