Jack walked round to the front of the house, and, keeping his head lowered, mingled with the crowd. At that moment there came a shout from the roof:
“He’s not here!”
Then there came another cry:
“The trap door! He must have gone back through the trap door!”
“No,” came another voice, “he has not come down this way.”
“About time for me to make myself scarce,” Jack told himself.
He sauntered slowly away and was soon out of sight of the house.
It was now well along in the afternoon. Jack looked at his watch. It was almost 4 o’clock.
“If I can find the hospital,” he told himself, “I may manage to work this thing out yet. I’ve got to take a chance, and that’s all there is about it. The worst of it is that I cannot afford to ask for directions. A Danish officer surely should know where the hospital is located. Well, here goes.”
He continued slowly down the street, keeping a sharp lookout for anything that looked like it might be a hospital. He walked with lowered head, for, while his uniform gave him a certain amount of safety, he wished to run no unnecessary risk of detection.