But the house was quiet and in order; no new horror faced them in the hall; their candle revealed no bloody figure, their ears heard no unearthly sound.
Slowly they began to breathe normally once more.

After that they began to search the house.

Since no room was apparently immune from danger, the men made no protest when the women insisted on accompanying them.
And as time went on and chamber after chamber was discovered empty and undisturbed, gradually the courage of the party began to rise.

Lizzie, still whimpering, stuck closely to Miss Cornelia's heels, but that spirited lady began to make small side excursions of her own.
Of the men, only Bailey, Beresford, and the Doctor could really be said to search at all.

Billy had remained below, impassive of face but rolling of eye; the Unknown, after an attempt to depart with them, had sunk back weakly into his chair again, and the detective, Anderson, was still unaccountably missing.
While no one could be said to be grieving over this, still the belief that somehow, somewhere, he had met the Bat and suffered at his hands was strong in all of them except the Doctor.