Feversham's three guests averted their eyes.

Durrance turned again to his window; Willoughby twisted his moustache and gazed intently upward at the ceiling; Captain Trench shifted his chair round and stared into the glowing fire, and each man's attitude expressed a certain suspense.

It seemed that sharp upon the heels of Feversham's good news calamity had come knocking at the door.
"There is no answer," said Harry, and fell to silence again.

Once he raised his head and looked at Trench as though he had a mind to speak.
But he thought the better of it, and so dropped again to the consideration of this message.

And in a moment or two the silence was sharply interrupted, but not by any one of the expectant motionless three men seated within the room.