Nor did he appear to know anyone else in the room, and, after a few inquiring glances, he seemed to be busy with his own thoughts.
A half-hour or so later Weber went into the street, and John, muttering that he wished a little fresh air, rose and followed.

He had in mind only a vague idea of speaking with Weber, and of finding out something about Auersperg, of whose movements the Alsatian was likely to know.

But when he was outside Weber had vanished.

He walked up the street, only a little distance in either direction, because the soldiers were thick everywhere, and their officers wanted explanations.

Moreover, he recognized the futility of search.