“Come on, Max.”
“Going?”
“Yes.”
“I’m right behind you, old chap, and I’ll continue right behind you until the end of the chapter, if anybody should ask you.”
The walls of the castle loomed in front of them as they advanced, like the outlines of some great, historic beast. The night was much too dark for them to see anything distinctly, but their eyes had not been blinded by exposure to light of any kind, and so, in effect, they were enabled to see quite clearly as they advanced.
Once the detective paused and seemed for a moment to hesitate.
“I only wish,” he said presently, “that it were possible for us to make a circuit of the old pile.”
“Why?” asked Kane.
“There must be a light in one or more of the windows, somewhere. Say, Max, I think I can get around the thing if I try. Will you wait here for me if I promise faithfully to return to this spot after you before I attempt to enter the building?”
“What are you going to try to do? Go around it, looking for lights?”