There was nothing to be heard but the distant hooting of an owl, and farther away the barking of some farmhouse dog.

Lord Ashleigh stood there with straining eyes, gazing out across the park.
"There was something here," he muttered, "something which has gone.

What's that?
Quest, your eyes are younger than mine.

Can you see anything underneath that tree ?" Quest peered out into the grey darkness.
"I fancied I saw something moving in the shadow of that oak," he muttered.
"Wait." He crossed the terrace, swung down on to the path, across a lawn, over a wire fence and into the park itself.

All the time he kept his eyes fixed on a certain spot.