“I began to think that there was nothing doing, that he’d just come on the trip for his health, but I remembered that he hadn’t changed for dinner, though it was by way of being a slap-up hotel, so it seemed likely enough that he’d be going out on his real business afterwards.

“Sure enough, about nine o’clock, so he did.  Took a car across the town—­mighty pretty place by the way, I guess I’ll take Jane there for a spell when I find her—­and then paid it off and struck out along those pine-woods on the top of the cliff.  I was there too, you understand.  We walked, maybe, for half an hour.  There’s a lot of villas all the way along, but by degrees they seemed to get more and more thinned out, and in the end we got to one that seemed the last of the bunch.  Big house it was, with a lot of piny grounds around it.

“It was a pretty black night, and the carriage drive up to the house was dark as pitch.  I could hear him ahead, though I couldn’t see him.  I had to walk carefully in case he might get on to it that he was being followed.  I turned a curve and I was just in time to see him ring the bell and get admitted to the house.  I just stopped where I was.  It was beginning to rain, and I was soon pretty near soaked through.  Also, it was almighty cold.

“Whittington didn’t come out again, and by and by I got kind of restive, and began to mouch around.  All the ground floor windows were shuttered tight, but upstairs, on the first floor (it was a two-storied house) I noticed a window with a light burning and the curtains not drawn.

“Now, just opposite to that window, there was a tree growing.  It was about thirty foot away from the house, maybe, and I sort of got it into my head that, if I climbed up that tree, I’d very likely be able to see into that room.  Of course, I knew there was no reason why Whittington should be in that room rather than in any other—­less reason, in fact, for the betting would be on his being in one of the reception-rooms downstairs.  But I guess I’d got the hump from standing so long in the rain, and anything seemed better than going on doing nothing.  So I started up.

“It wasn’t so easy, by a long chalk!  The rain had made the boughs mighty slippery, and it was all I could do to keep a foothold, but bit by bit I managed it, until at last there I was level with the window.

“But then I was disappointed.  I was too far to the left.  I could only see sideways into the room.  A bit of curtain, and a yard of wallpaper was all I could command.  Well, that wasn’t any manner of good to me, but just as I was going to give it up, and climb down ignominiously, some one inside moved and threw his shadow on my little bit of wall—­and, by gum, it was Whittington!