There was nothing more for him to say, and while he turned back to the window the knitting needles resumed their click, click.
He waited a full ten minutes and he knew that the sergeant and his men were searching the house thoroughly.

Nothing could escape the notice of Whitley, and he would surely find the sharpshooter.

Then he heard their footsteps on a stairway and in another minute they entered the great room.

The face of the sergeant clearly showed disappointment.
"There's nobody in the house," he said, "or, if he is he's so cleverly hidden, that we haven't been able to find him--that is so far.

Perhaps Madame here can tell us something." "I know nothing," she said, "but if I knew anything I would not tell it to you." The sergeant smiled sourly, but Dick said: "We must look again.