CHAPTER XXVIII
THE SECRET OF THE LONELY HOUSE
Walter did not move. He realised that a contretemps had occurred. The ladder still leaning against the wall outside would reveal his intrusion. Yet, at last inside, he intended, at all hazards, to explore the place and learn the reason why the mysterious stranger had started that "poultry farm."
He was practically in the dark, fearing to flash on his torch lest he should be discovered.
Was it possible that Bailey or his Italian manservant had unexpectedly returned!
Those breathless moments seemed hours.
Suddenly he heard a second challenge. The challenger used a fierce Italian oath, and by it he knew that it was Pietro.
In reply, a shot rang out—evidently from the sergeant's pistol, followed by another sharp report, and still another. This action showed the man Deacon to be a shrewd person, for the effect was exactly as he had intended. The Italian servant turned on his heel and flew for his life down the drive, shouting in his native tongue for help and for the police.
"Madonna santa!" he yelled. "Who are you here?" he demanded in Italian. "I'll go to the police!"