"Now, sit down," she went on; "we can talk more comfortably so. Now, Roberts, there is no doubt that we are not making much headway with our search."
"That we are not, Miss Netta," he agreed. "I did think that we had gained something when we traced him to that house on Pentonville Hill, but it does not seem that anything has come of it, after all."
"Then it is quite time that we took some other steps," she said decisively.
"I am ready, miss," he replied eagerly. "You tell me what to do, and I am game to do it."
"Well, there are two or three things I have in my mind. First of all, I want to be able to watch John Simcoe and this Pentonville man when they are talking together."
"Yes, I understand," he said; "but how is it to be done?"
"That is what I want to find out. Now, in the first place, about this house. Which way did the window look of the room where there was a light?"
"That window was at the side of the house, miss; a little way round the corner. We noticed the light there, but there was another window looking out on the front. We did not see any light there, as the shutters were closed."
"And you say that the curtains of the other window were pulled very close?"
"Yes, they crossed each other most of the way down."