It was darker there even than outside and they listened for a space; but all was quiet. Then working carefully along the wall, they found a door which stood ajar. De Lacy whispered to make a light, and the squire, with as little noise as possible, struck the flint and ignited the bit of candle he always carried in his pouch. As it flamed timidly up they peered about them. The place was empty, save for a table and a few chairs, but on each side was a door and in the rear the stairway to the upper floor. An examination of the remaining two rooms was barren of results; one was the kitchen and the other a sleeping chamber, but the bed had not been disturbed. If the Countess of Clare were in the house she was on the next floor; and, at least, the man who had been with Flat-Nose must be there, so it would be two prisoners instead of one if he were unable to give a good account of himself. The stairs were old and shaky and creaked and groaned as they cautiously ascended. And the noise was heard; for suddenly the door at the head of the landing swung back--and Flat-Nose himself stood in the opening. "What is amiss, my lord?" he began--then stopped. "De Lacy!" he cried and springing back hurled the door shut. The appearance here of the man they thought was lying bound and helpless in the road held both De Lacy and Dauvrey for an instant. Then with sudden fury they flung themselves up the last few steps and against the door. It yielded easily and they rushed into the room--just as Flat-Nose leaped from the window ledge. And the fortune that had befriended him so long still stood true, and a mocking laugh came back, as the darkness wrapped itself about him. De Lacy put his hand on the casement to follow when Dauvrey seized him from behind. "To the front, men, and after him!" he shouted through the window. . . "Your pardon, my dear lord," he said with deep respect, "but you could ill afford to take such risk now. Hark, sir, they are already in pursuit." Sir Aymer nodded. "You are right, Giles. It would have gained naught but perchance a broken bone. He has escaped this time--on such a night an army would be lost. . . But who, in the Fiend's name, is the fellow we have below?" Seizing the burning candle from the table, they hurried out, and bending over De Lacy flashed the light across the prisoner's face--and started back in vast amaze. "Holy St. Denis! Lord Darby!" For a space he stood looking down upon him; then motioning toward the house he went within, and behind him Dauvrey and the guard bore the captive--and none too easy were their hands. In the front room De Lacy put down the candle. "Release him," he ordered. . . "So, sir, you search for the Countess of Clare in company with her abductor. Truly, it is wondrous strange you have not found her. Tell me, my lord, might it be that though we missed the servant we got the master?"