“They are not here, unless they are stopping to sleep.”
“How do you know?”
“There is no light.”
All the same the Resident tapped sharply at the door, and his summons was followed by a thump on the floor, as if someone had leaped out of bed.
The next moment a window was thrown open, and the doctor’s voice was heard.
“Now then: who’s ill?”
“Don’t be alarmed, doctor,” said the Resident.
“Oh, it’s you, Harley. Had too much supper?”
“No, no. Tell me quickly. Did Hilton and Chumbley come home with you?”
“No; they went away ever so long before.”