Slipping sideways through the first door and closing it behind her, she advanced into the darkness towards the second, making every individual footfall with the greatest care, lest the fragments of rubbish on the floor should crackle beneath her tread.  She soon stood close by the copper, and not more than a foot from the door of the room occupied by Manston himself, from which position she could distinctly hear him breathe between each exertion, although it was far too dark to discern anything of him.

To secure the key of her chamber was her first anxiety, and accordingly she cautiously reached out with her hand to where it lay.  Instead of touching it, her fingers came in contact with the boot of a human being.

She drooped faint in a cold sweat.  It was the foot either of a man or woman, standing on the brewing-copper where the key had lain.  A warm foot, covered with a polished boot.

The startling discovery so terrified her that she could hardly repress a sound.  She withdrew her hand with a motion like the flight of an arrow.  Her touch was so light that the leather seemed to have been thick enough to keep the owner of the foot in entire ignorance of it, and the noise of Manston’s scraping might have been quite sufficient to drown the slight rustle of her dress.

The person was obviously not the steward:  he was still busy.  It was somebody who, since the light had been extinguished, had taken advantage of the gloom, to come from some dark recess in the brewhouse and stand upon the brickwork of the copper.  The fear which had at first paralyzed her lessened with the birth of a sense that fear now was utter failure:  she was in a desperate position and must abide by the consequences.  The motionless person on the copper was, equally with Manston, quite unconscious of her proximity, and she ventured to advance her hand again, feeling behind the feet, till she found the key.  On its return to her side, her finger-tip skimmed the lower verge of a trousers-leg.

It was a man, then, who stood there.  To go to the door just at this time was impolitic, and she shrank back into an inner corner to wait.  The comparative security from discovery that her new position ensured resuscitated reason a little, and empowered her to form some logical inferences:—­

1.  The man who stood on the copper had taken advantage of the darkness to get there, as she had to enter.

2.  The man must have been hidden in the outhouse before she had reached the door.

3.  He must be watching Manston with much calculation and system, and for purposes of his own.

She could now tell by the noises that Manston had completed his re-erection of the cupboard.  She heard him replacing the articles it had contained—­bottle by bottle, tool by tool—­after which he came into the brewhouse, went to the window, and pulled down the cloths covering it; but the window being rather small, this unveiling scarcely relieved the darkness of the interior.  He returned to the workshop, hoisted something to his back by a jerk, and felt about the room for some other article.  Having found it, he emerged from the inner door, crossed the brewhouse, and went into the yard.  Directly he stepped out she could see his outline by the light of the clouded and weakly moon.  The sack was slung at his back, and in his hand he carried a spade.