“Seems to have gone out,” commented Jack in a whisper.
“Yes. They must have heard us and switched it off.”
“Probably they’ve skipped out, too, worse luck!” came from Paul.
Indeed, as they listened, they could hear no sound from the bungalow, at the door of which they now stood. All was silent and dark within.
“Got a match?” Walter asked.
“Take my flashlight,” returned Jack. “It’s stronger than Cora’s.”
The brilliant white beam of light from the electric flash which Jack handed to Walter illuminated the interior of the living room. And at the sight which met the gaze of the boys, they could not restrain murmurs of astonishment.
“Well, would you look at that!”
“Same thing over again!”
“And right under our noses too! They never made a sound!”