Quick！quick！’
Ihurriedhimintothehouse。ThetreacherythatIhadeveryreasontoexpect，thetreacherythatmightdeprivemeofeveryadvantageIhadgained，wasatthatmoment，perhaps，inprocessofaccomplishment。MyimpatiencetoreachthechurchwassogreatthatIcouldnotremaininactiveinthecottagewhiletheclerklitthelanternagain。Iwalkedout，downthegardenpath，intothelane。
BeforeIhadadvancedtenpacesamanapproachedmefromthedirectionleadingtothechurch。Hespokerespectfullyaswemet。Icouldnotseehisface，butjudgingbyhisvoiceonly，hewasaperfectstrangertome。
`Ibegyourpardon，SirPercival——’hebegan，Istoppedhimbeforehecouldsaymore。
`Thedarknessmisleadsyou，’Isaid。`IamnotSirPercival。’