No wonder the windows were bright.

As they rode up to the porch and the door was opened, he heard her voice.

She was singing in the drawing-room, and the door of the drawing-room stood open.

She sang in a low small voice, very pretty to the ear, and she was accompanying herself softly on the piano.
Dick stood for a while listening in the lofty hall, while Ralston looked over his letters which were lying upon a small table.

He opened one of them and uttered an exclamation.
"This is from my man at Ajmere," he said, but Dick paid no attention.
Ralston glanced through the letter.
"He has found him," he cried.