47662 Then the baronet gently opened his door, and we set out in pursuit.
47663 Already our man had gone round the gallery, and the corridor was all in darkness.
47664 Softly we stole along until we had come into the other wing.
47665 We were just in time to catch a glimpse of the tall, black-bearded figure, his shoulders rounded, as he tip-toed down the passage.
47666 Then he passed through the same door as before, and the light of the candle framed it in the darkness and shot one single yellow beam across the gloom of the corridor.
47667 We shuffled cautiously towards it, trying every plank before we dared to put our whole weight upon it.
47668 We had taken the precaution of leaving our boots behind us, but, even so, the old boards snapped and creaked beneath our tread.
47669 Sometimes it seemed impossible that he should fail to hear our approach.
47670 However, the man is fortunately rather deaf, and he was entirely preoccupied in that which he was doing.
47671 When at last we reached the door and peeped through we found him crouching at the window, candle in hand, his white, intent face pressed against the pane, exactly as I had seen him two nights before.
47672 We had arranged no plan of campaign, but the baronet is a man to whom the most direct way is always the most natural.
47673 He walked into the room, and as he did so Barrymore sprang up from the window with a sharp hiss of his breath, and stood, livid and trembling, before us.
47674 His dark eyes, glaring out of the white mask of his face, were full of horror and astonishment as he gazed from Sir Henry to me.