“It don’t look like a gentleman’s house,” said Captain Jack. “Why, it stands by the river side, like a huge warehouse for goods.”
“So it does,” said Alick, “and I’ve often heard it whispered that he is engaged in secret with smugglers, robbers, and the like, or why is he so wealthy?”
“I think as you do from the looks of the place,” said Captain Jack. “But I wonder if he has returned yet.”
“What time is it?”
“Why, four o’clock,” said Captain Jack, who thought for an instant of his engagement with the prisoner, Phillip Redgill.
“Then he must have returned.”
“Hang the luck! Who is that, though, whose shadow just now passed across the blinds? There it is again.”
“Why, that is the old rascal, for a hundred pounds!” said Alick, in a tone of great disappointment. “What shall we do?”
“Do? Why, we’ll knock, and demand admittance in the name of the Crown, and search his premises for stolen goods.”
“An excellent idea,” said Alick, rubbing his hands, “and as he lives alone, why, we can rob him of every farthing he’s got in cash!”