Random made for the dining-room door rapidly.
“I thought I heard Painter call out,” he declared, and hastily sought the parlor, followed by Hope.
The room was empty, but the screen before the broken window had been thrown down, and they could see Painter's bulky form immediately outside.
“What the deuce is the matter?” demanded Random, entering. “Did you call out, Painter. I fancied I heard something.”
The constable came in again.
“I did call out, sir,” he confessed. “I was half asleep in that chair, when I suddenly became wide awake, and believed I saw a face looking at me round the corner of the screen. I jumped up, calling for you, sir, and upset the screen.”
“Well? well?” demanded Sir Frank impatiently, and seeing that the man hesitated.
“I saw no one, sir. All the same, I had an idea, and I have still, that a man came through the window and peered at me from behind the screen.”
“The man who attacked Mrs. Jasher?”
“I can't say, sir. But there was someone. At any rate he's gone again, if he really did come, and there is no chance of finding him. It's like pea-soup outside.”