"This is the side of the house," he said. "Let's go around front."
She rose wearily and followed him along the porch. The front door was locked also. He bade her wait while he went to the rear, but when he returned it was with the news that all the entrances were fastened. They tried ringing the bell, but it brought no response save the clanging of a gong.
"Servants must be out," he commented. "Joy-riding in the yacht, I suppose. Let's have a look at the windows."
They were fastened.
Rosalind began to shiver. The hail had changed into a downpour of rain, but the wind showed no sign of slackening.
"I guess a locked house won't bother you and me," said the boatman, with a laugh.
He walked to the nearest window, lifted his foot, and sent it crashing through the glass. Through the opening he thrust an arm, slipped back the fastening, and raised the sash.
"Welcome!" he called, beckoning to her.
Without hesitation Rosalind entered the house by way of the window. The boatman followed her.
"So long as there's nobody home I'll come in myself," he said.