There was no response, though he rang several times.
Then he tried the outer door. It opened to him, and he found himself in a vestibule. The inner doors were locked.
He picked the lock quickly and stepped into a dark hall. There were no signs or sounds of life within the house, but all was darkness.
Chick drew his revolver, and then took from his coat pocket his lantern.
Feeling for the parlor door, he entered that room and listened. Then he flashed his lantern. It was empty. By the light he located the stairs, and shutting it off, cautiously climbed them to the second floor, where he listened again.
There was no sound of anything. Again flashing his light, he found an open door in front of him.
He entered. On the bed was a lot of women’s clothes. He examined them. It was a complete woman’s costume.
On a chair was some men’s apparel.
Chick went back to the woman’s clothes and muttered:
“It is just what I thought.”