Martin grinned coolly in Dierich's face.
“However,” added the latter, “to content the burgomaster, we will search the house.”
Martin turned grave directly.
This change of countenance did not escape Dierich. He reflected a moment.
“Watch outside two of you, one on each side of the house, that no one jump from the upper windows. The rest come with me.”
And he took the candle and mounted the stairs, followed by three of his comrades.
Martin was left alone.
The stout soldier hung his head. All had gone so well at first; and now this fatal turn! Suddenly it occurred to him that all was not yet lost. Gerard must be either in Peter's room or Margaret's; they were not so very high from the ground. Gerard would leap out. Dierich had left a man below; but what then? For half a minute Gerard and he would be two to one, and in that brief space, what might not be done?
Martin then held the back door ajar and watched. The light shone in Peter's room. “Curse the fool!” said he, “is he going to let them take him like a girl?”
The light now passed into Margaret's bedroom. Still no window was opened. Had Gerard intended to escape that way, he would not have waited till the men were in the room. Martin saw that at once, and left the door, and came to the foot-stair and listened.