“I dunno which is doors and which is windows, with all these curtains. Oh, that’s it, is it? Quiet, will you?”
He stood listening attentively. “It’s all right. There isn’t a sound.”
“Let’s go then, at once.”
“What, empty? Not me, eh, Dick?”
“’Taint likely. Wait till I’ve got two more cartridges in. That’s it—Now then, business.”
“But this poor fellow?”
“He’s not killed, only quieted. Now, then, what is there here?”
They made a hurried search of the room, but with the exception of the silver tops of the bottles of the Colonel’s dressing-case, there was nothing to excite their cupidity. Then Capel’s pockets were searched, but watch and purse were in his chamber, while, though the Colonel’s room was full of costly objects, they were not of the portable nature that would have made them valuable to the men.
“Now then,” said the tall man, quickly, “it’s of no use; we must go down. Where are the keys?”
The little man took a bunch from the bag.