And then he stood at ease, self-revealed in his own sinister identity—a police officer in plain clothes.
Nobody spoke to him.
Everybody shrank inwardly as if a reptile had crawled into the room.
He looked backward and forward, perfectly unembarrassed, between Julian and Horace.
"Is Mr. Julian Gray here?" he asked.
Julian led Grace to a seat.
Her eyes were fixed on the man.
She trembled—she whispered,
"Who is he?"
Julian spoke to the police officer without answering her.
"Wait there," he said, pointing to a chair in the most distant corner of the room.
"I will speak to you directly."
The man advanced to the chair, marching to the discord of his creaking boots.
He privately valued the carpet at so much a yard as he walked over it.
He privately valued the chair at so much the dozen as he sat down on it.
He was quite at his ease: it was no matter to him whether he waited and did nothing, or whether he pried into the private character of every one in the room, as long as he was paid for it.
Even Lady Janet's resolution to act for herself was not proof against the appearance of the policeman in plain clothes.
She left it to her nephew to take the lead.
Julian glanced at Mercy before he stirred further in the matter.
He alone knew that the end rested now not with him but with her.
She felt his eye on her while her own eyes were looking at the man.
She turned her head—hesitated—and suddenly approached Julian.
Like Grace Roseberry, she was trembling.
Like Grace Roseberry, she whispered,
"Who is he?"
Julian told her plainly who he was.
"Why is he here?"
"Can't you guess?"
"No!"
Horace left Lady Janet, and joined Mercy and Julian—impatient of the private colloquy between them.
"Am I in the way?" he inquired.
Julian drew back a little, understanding Horace perfectly.
He looked round at Grace.
Nearly the whole length of the spacious room divided them from the place in which she was sitting.
She had never moved since he had placed her in a chair.
The direst of all terrors was in possession of her—terror of the unknown.
There was no fear of her interfering, and no fear of her hearing what they said so long as they were careful to speak in guarded tones.
Julian set the example by lowering his voice.
"Ask Horace why the police officer is here?" he said to Mercy.
She put the question directly.
"Why is he here?"
Horace looked across the room at Grace, and answered,
"He is here to relieve us of that woman."
"Do you mean that he will take her away?"
"Yes."
"Where will he take her to?"
"To the police station."
Mercy started, and looked at Julian.
He was still watching the slightest changes in her face.
She looked back again at Horace.