Obernai glared at him; it was not the expression of a bland philanthropist. One of his companions, a big man with a wart on his nose, did not wear the look of pious resignation that might have been expected from a man dressed in a cure's soutane. The features of the fourth man seemed familiar to Kenneth, though at the moment he could not recall the time or place of his seeing him before.
"We'll just hand these men over to the captain," said Kenneth. "Then we'll deal with Stoneway."
After ordering the men to empty their pockets, they marched them downstairs, and through the door connecting the back part of the house with the officers' billets. Captain Adams, like the others, had gone to bed. He came to the door of his room in his pyjamas.
"We've caught Obernai and three others signalling with a lamp, sir," said Kenneth.
"You don't say so! What have you done with them?"
"They are below, sir."
"Take them off to the provost-marshal: I don't want to see them."
"Stoneway is in it, sir, I am sorry to say."
"Arrest him, as quickly as you can. Then come back and tell me all about it."
The spies were marched off to prison. Then Ginger with a corporal's guard went to the cottage where Stoneway was billeted. Stoneway was not there. Enquiry and search were alike fruitless. It was not until an hour later that Ginger hit on a possible explanation of his absence.