"
"Indeed," said Paul Harley, sympathetically, for this I perceived was
exactly what he had anticipated, and merely tended to confirm his
suspicion. "Some member of your household?"
"Certainly not."
"Did you actually see this follower?"
"My dear sir," cried Colonel Menendez, excitement emphasizing his
accent, "if I had seen him, so much would have been made clear, so
much! I have never seen him, but I have heard him and felt him--felt
his presence, I mean."
"In what way?" asked Harley, leaning back in his chair and studying the
fierce face.
"On several occasions on turning out the light in my bedroom and
looking across the lawn from my window I have observed the shadow of
someone--how do you say?--lurking in the garden."
"The shadow?"
"Precisely. The person himself was concealed beneath a tree. When he
moved his shadow was visible on the ground."
"You were not deceived by a waving branch?"
"Certainly not. I speak of a still, moonlight night."
"Possibly, then, it was the shadow of a tramp," suggested Harley. "I
gather that you refer to a house in the country?"
"It was not," declared Colonel Menendez, emphatically; "it was not.
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