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THE self-appointed watcher found time pass very slowly. Twelve and one o'clock struck from a distant church, but there was no sign of midnight assassins, and the house, looking very solemn and quiet in the light of a waning moon, irritated and annoyed him. From the roadway where he paced silently to and fro-he had taken the precaution of wearing a pair of rubber-soled shoes-he could glimpse Mary's window, and once he thought he saw her looking out.
He made a point of walking entirely round the house twice in every hour, and it was on one of these excursions that he heard a sound which brought him to a standstill. It was a sound like two pieces of flat board being smacked together sharply.