“Which house is dat, sah?”
“There, idiot—beyond the rose-garden! Have they gone?”
“Oh, yessah; they gone; been gone a week, I reckon.”
Burton sat down on the edge of the bed and groaned. Then,—
“Where?” he demanded. Bob shook his head:
“I dunno, sah; somewhars up No’th. The Colonel he al’ays goes No’th in summer.”
“The Colonel?”
“Yessah, Colonel Barrett. Wasn’t you askin’ about——”
“Barrett!” Burton seized Bob by the arm and dragged him to the casement. “Look here,” he said desperately, “do you mean to tell me that Colonel Barrett lives in that house, the one with the rose-garden behind it?”