In silence Milbanke took the candle and, holding it uncertainly, waited until his host had disappeared. Then slowly he turned and entered the large, bare bedroom. For a moment he hesitated, his eyes wandering from the faded window-hangings to the stiff, old-fashioned furniture. Finally, laying aside the candlestick, he sat down upon the side of the forbidding-looking four-post bedstead. What motive prompted him to the action he could scarcely have defined. He was strangely moved by the scene just gone through--stirred in a manner he could never have anticipated. For the moment the precise, matter-of-fact archaeologist was submerged; and the man--dry, narrow, pedantic perhaps, but nevertheless capable of human sentiments--was uppermost. The sight of Asshlin, the sound of his voice, and the touch of his hand had possessed an alchemy all their own. The past, that years of separation had dimmed and tarnished, had gleamed out from the shadows and taken shape before his eyes. The influence, the fascination that Asshlin had once exercised, had touched him again at the first contact of personalities. But it was an altered fascination. The alloy of doubt and apprehension had tainted the old feeling. The question he had been prompted to ask Burke had answered itself at the first glimpse of his host's face. Indisputably, unmistakably, Asshlin had changed. And in what lay that change? That was the question he put to himself as he sat on the bed, unconsciously noting the long, wavering flicker of the candle-flame against the faded wall-paper. He had aged; but the change did not lie with age alone. Something more relentless and more corroding than time had drawn the worn, discontented lines about the mouth, kindled the unnatural, restless glitter in the eyes, and changed the note of the voice from spontaneous vitality to recklessness. The change lay deeper; it lay in the heart and the soul of the man himself. With a sensation of doubt--of puzzled doubt and inexplicable disappointment--he rose, crossed the room, and, drawing the curtains over the windows, shut out the dark, damp night. CHAPTER III It was nearly three-quarters of an hour later that a tremendous bell, clanging through the house, announced that dinner had been served.