"They must keep the patients up there," concluded Robert.
He gazed sharply at each window, but though he saw several men and women, he did not catch sight of Mrs. Vernon.
Presently a butcher boy came along the back street, a large basket on his arm.
"Can you tell me what place this is?" questioned Robert.
"That's Dr. Rushwood's asylum for crazy folks," answered the butcher boy.
"Has he many patients?"
"Ten or a dozen, I believe."
"Were you ever inside of the place?"
"I used to deliver meat there. But our firm don't serve him any more."
"And what kind of a place is it?"