where he had been that morning, but at a garden-gate at the back.
He lifted the latch and entered. The bloodstains were faintly visible in the dusk, on the gravel of the path that took him up to the back door of the house.
And there, on the very doorstep, was a keg of contraband brandy.
The sight of this gave Tregenna fresh nerve; and he knocked with his cane loudly at the door.
It was opened by Joan herself.
It was almost dark by this time; but he saw the look of horror and dismay which flashed across her face when she saw who her visitor was. Her glance passed quickly to the keg on the step below, but only for a moment. Then, without appearing to notice that very suspicious article, she addressed Tregenna, not discourteously, but with decided coldness.
"What is your pleasure, sir? Are you come to see my father? He is not yet returned."
"I am not come to see your father, madam, but another person who is harboring beneath this roof; the smuggler who is taking refuge here from the consequences of his ill deeds."
