It was only a few blocks away and he reached it without incident.
"Kind o' funny," he mused, "that I haven't seen or heard a soul on the street. I wonder what's become of José?"
He stopped a minute to ponder.
"Things are going almost too smooth. I'll just stop a bit."
He stole past the house and a moment later threw himself into the gutter, where he lay as one dead.
The wisdom of his action soon became apparent.
He hadn't been lying there two minutes until a solitary figure passed him and stopped in front of the house, evidently listening to hear what might be going on inside.
A moment later he was joined by another figure. Adrian could just make them out in the darkness.
"Have they come?" was the whispered question.
"I can't tell," was the whispered reply.