Again he circled the thatched cottage, with Penny tagging none too happily at his heels. As they saw the window, they both paused.
“Why, it’s closed now!” Penny gasped. “How did we leave it?”
“Open. The cottage door may have blown shut by itself and locked with a spring catch, but this window is a horse of a different color. It couldn’t have closed by itself.”
“Who could have lowered it? How was it done without our knowledge?”
Salt had no explanation. Lifting Penny so that she could peer inside the room again, he asked her what she could see.
“Not a sign of anyone. But it’s so dark—”
“See anything now?” Salt demanded impatiently as her voice trailed off.
“The cocoanut shell lamp! It’s no longer burning!”
“Sure?”
“I couldn’t see better if I wore bifocals! The room is dark.”