Such were the opinions of the officials. They courteously granted permission to Langhetti to take the policeman to the house.
On knocking an old woman came to the door. In answer to his inquiries she stated that a gentleman had been living there three weeks, but that on the arrival of his daughter he had gone home.
“When did he leave?”
“Yesterday morning.”
CHAPTER XLI. — THEY MEET AGAIN.
At four o’clock on the morning of Beatrice’s capture Brandon was roused by a rap at his bedroom door. He rose at once, and slipping on his dressing-gown, opened it. A man entered.
“Well?” said Brandon.
“Something has happened.”