The fierce little old woman was sitting as before by the table, knitting, and she had never appeared more the great lady.
"Once was enough," she said, shooting him a glance of bitter contempt.
"But twice may succeed," Dick said.

"Sergeant, take the men and go through all the house again.

Our friend with the rifle may not have had time to get back into his hidden lair.

I will remain here." The sergeant and his men went out and he heard their boots on the stairway and in the other rooms.

The window near him was still open and the perfume of the roses came in again, strangely thrilling, overpowering.