The sweet note finished in a frightened squawk, and was followed by the cry of an owl.

The song had betrayed the singer.
Musard turned away from Miss Heredith, and walked restlessly around the bedroom, scanning the heavy pieces of furniture and the faded hangings, and peering into every nook and corner, as if seeking for the murderer's place of concealment.

A roomy old wardrobe near the window attracted his eye, and he stopped in front of it and flung its doors open.

It contained some articles of the dead girl's apparel--costumes and frocks--hanging on hooks.
His eye wandered to the window, shrouded in the heavy folds of the damask curtains.

He walked over to it, and drew the curtains aside.