They pulled his bed about the room, and shook out all his sheets.

They raked out his fire, and prised up a loose board in the floor.

They emptied his basins into his bath, and investigated the works of his eight-day clock.

But high or low they could find no money.
Fisher's study did not get over that morning's quest in a hurry.

When the owner returned, he wished devoutly he had never been ass enough to confide the task to a couple of raw Goths like these.