Several minutes passed. Juliet Assire still slept, her hand hanging lower and lower over her work.
At last d'Estreicher muttered:
"She isn't coming. She must have turned off somewhere."
"Ah well, let's clear out," said his accomplice.
"No."
"Have you got an idea?"
"A determination—to find the medal."
"But since we've already searched the house twice——"
"We went about it the wrong way. We must change our methods.... All the worse for the old woman!"
He banged the table at the risk of waking Juliet Assire.