Turlington went back to the house.
He had advanced midway across the garden, when he was startled by the
sound of footsteps in the lane--at that part of it which skirted one of
the corners of the house. Hastening forward, he placed himself behind a
projection in the wall, so as to see the person pass across the stream
of light from the uncovered window of the room that he had left. The
stranger was walking rapidly. All Turlington could see as he crossed the
field of light was, that his hat was pulled over his eyes, and that he
had a thick beard and mustache. Describing the man to the servant on
entering the house, he was informed that a stranger with a large beard
had been seen about the neighborhood for some days past. The account he
had given of himself stated that he was a surveyor, engaged in taking
measurements for a new map of that part of the country, shortly to be
published.
The guilty mind of Turlington was far from feeling satisfied with
the meager description of the stranger thus rendered. He could not be
engaged in surveying in the dark.
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