“The only way of finding out for certain is to go and see. Miss Blow won’t be satisfied with anything less.” “Damn Miss Blow. Anyhow, we needn’t drive up to the house as if we were a funeral.” He gave an order to the police, who dismounted. Mr. Goddard marched at the head of them down the hill. Lord Manton and Jimmy O’Loughlin followed. The ladies, led by Miss Blow, also followed. At the gate of Rosivera, Mr. Goddard halted his party. He ordered the police to remain outside the gate. He invited Lord Manton to accompany him to the house. Then with a glance at the ladies he told one of the sergeants not to allow any one else to pass the gate. Miss Blow reached the bottom of the hill and prepared to follow Mr. Goddard along the avenue. She was stopped by the sergeant. Suspecting some trick to be played on her at this last and critical moment, she suggested to Miss Farquharson that they should force their way through the cordon of police, by making, all four of them, a simultaneous rush. Miss Farquharson refused to do anything of the sort, and gave it as her opinion that Mrs. Sanders and Mrs. Dick would be quite useless in a hand-to-hand conflict. Miss Blow left her, walked a little way along the road, crossed a ditch, and began to climb the wall which enclosed the Rosivera grounds. The police eyed her doubtfully. They did not want to lay violent hands on Miss Blow. They excused themselves to their own consciences. Their orders were to prevent her passing through the gate. Mr. Goddard had said nothing about what was to be done if she climbed the wall. Mr. Goddard and Lord Manton surveyed the house. It looked peaceful, too peaceful. There was no sign of its being inhabited. “Are you sure,” said Mr. Goddard, “that there’s anybody here?” “I’m not sure,” said Lord Manton. “I only know that I let the house to the man Red. He may or may not be living in it. I never saw him.” Mr. Goddard walked up to the door and knocked. There was no answer. He knocked again. Still there was no answer. He turned the handle and pushed. The door resisted his push. It was locked. “What shall we do now?” he said to Lord Manton. Then he caught sight of Miss Blow, who was crossing the gravel sweep. “Go back,” he said; “go back at once. This is no place for ladies.” “I won’t go back,” said Miss Blow. “If I did you’d not enter the house at all. You would come back in ten minutes and say you had searched it and that there was nobody inside.” “My dear Miss Blow,” said Lord Manton, “Mr. Goddard may perhaps deserve that, but surely I don’t. Be just. Give me credit for common honesty.” “I’m sorry I can’t do that,” said Miss Blow. “You might,” said Lord Manton. “I gave you tea yesterday.” “You can come with us if you like,” said Mr. Goddard; “but how do you propose to get in? The door is locked.” “The top of that is open,” said Miss Blow, pointing with her finger to the window at the left side of the door, “so I suppose the bottom can be pushed up.”