So after a turn or two up and down he went into the house and up to the door of the sick-room. He turned the knob and pushed the door, but found it was locked within. “What whim is this, I wonder?” he said. “I hope the London doctor will order the beast to an idiot asylum. I suppose they wouldn’t take him in with the apes at the Zoo. Captain! Capt. Montgomery!” he exclaimed, rapping loudly. Not a sound from within. Then he went around to the back piazza and looked through the windows. All as dark as pitch in the room. “What’s up now, I wonder?” he asked himself, and then went back to the door and tried once more by rapping and calling to bring some response from the room. But now the noise reached the rector, who was seated at his desk in his study writing his sermon. He laid down his pen and came into the hall, where he found Longman still hammering and calling. “What is the matter now, Longman?” inquired the rector. “This door is fastened from within, sir, and I can neither get into the room nor make him hear me,” replied the man. Of course, unreasonable as it was to try the experiment in which the giant had failed, the rector said: “Let me try!” Longman gave way. The rector rapped a little cannonade upon the door and shouted: “Capt. Montgomery!” He might as well have shouted: “Jupiter Tonnerres!” to the snowstorm for any good effect. “Shall I burst the door open, sir?” inquired Longman. “No.” “I wonder what the fellow is up to now!” said Longman. “Heaven knows!” sighed the rector. “Will I break the door open, sir?” again asked Longman. “No, you may bring me a common table knife with the thinnest blade you can find, and come with me to the back piazza.” They left the door, and a few minutes later met under the very window by which the fugitive had made his escape, after re-closing the shutters that fastened with a spring catch behind him. “Now with this knife I know how to loosen the catches,” said the rector; and he laid the blade of the knife flat on the stone sill, slipped it under the catch, and so opened the shutters. Then he slipped the knife between the upper and lower sash of the window and turned the button and so raised the sash. “That is a very badly secured window in case of burglars,” remarked Longman. “Yes, but you see there are no burglars around Haymore. However, I do intend to have a bolt put on these shutters,” said the rector, and he stepped through the window into the room, closely followed by Longman. All was dark as pitch but for the dull glow of the coal fire in the grate. They knew it was utterly useless to call, yet both at the same moment cried out: “Capt. Montgomery! Where are you?” No answer came. Longman took a match from the safe on the mantelpiece, kindled it at the fire and lighted the astral.