“See if you see anybody!” she commanded, breathlessly, peeping out at
me.
“No, I don’t,” I said, looking. “There’s nobody, Miss Haviland.”
“But there must be,” she insisted. “Look again! Look everywhere!”
I did so. “There _isn’t_, Miss Haviland,” I said back through the
opening. “Why won’t you believe me?”
“Go down again, do go right down,” she kept saying, “and _see_!”
I shook my head. But at that she leaped out on to the stoop and took me
by the shoulder and pushed me.
“Run out behind the building—oh, be quick!” she beseeched. “Look all
along the road, and if you see anybody, stop him and tell me!”
I ran. The road was empty. I came dazedly back. “There’s nobody in
sight,” I panted, “not a soul.”
“Run over to that tree where you can see ’round the turn in the avenue!”
I ran again. I stretched my eyes in vain, but there wasn’t a person of
any sort or description.
“Once more—_please_!” She started down the steps as I started up. “Over
by the chapel—you may find somebody walking. _Hurry!_”