‘Ah, what is that?’
The sharp whistle of a watchman broke upon the stillness of the night air.
‘This way—this way,’ said Blodget. ‘Let us hide for a moment or two.’
The five got under a doorway, and there they hid and let no less than four watchmen run past them in the direction of the sound of the whistle.
No more of the guardians of the night seemed to be coming that way, so that Blodget came forth from the hiding place with his friends and went quietly on.
All was dark, the guests had departed, and the street in which the lady resided was restored to its usual equanimity for the night.
There was not the least appearance of any light in any of the windows in the front of the house; but Blodget hardly supposed that such a residence would be left entirely without light in any of the rooms, so he fully expected that some of the back windows would no doubt show symptoms of the apartments being in some degree illuminated.
‘Halt! This is the house,’ he said.
‘All right, captain.’
‘Now attend to me all of you, and you will know what you have to do—I will manage to open the door, and then you will remain just within it on the watch.’