"I am Anthony Cleverdon's wife."
"And he—where is he?"
"Gone."
"Where is he gone to."
"I do not know."
"Who is this fellow in the hands of my men?"
"He is my uncle, my mother's brother, Mr. Solomon Gibbs."
"Search the house," ordered the captain. "Madame, if we catch your husband, we shall make short work of him. Here is a post with which we broke open the door; we will run it out of an upstair window and hang him from it."
"You will not take him; he is away."
In the mean time the soldiers had overrun the house. No room, no closet, not the attics were unexplored. Anthony could not be found.