For a brief space there was silence, while Gavegan let his triumph feed gloatingly upon the sight of his prisoner.
This brief silence was broken by a low, strange sound, like a human cry quickly repressed, that seemed to come from just outside the French windows.
"What was that ?" Larry asked quickly.
"I didn't hear anything," said Gavegan whose senses had been thoroughly concentrated upon his triumph.
"I did," said Hunt.

"On the veranda." "We'll see.

Watch him--" to the county officer; and Gavegan followed Hunt to the French windows and looked out.

"No one on the veranda, and no one in sight," he reported.

"You fellows must have been dreaming." He returned and faced Larry.