"There he is, sir!"

They reined to a halt, and a drenched trooper jumped up behind to
kneel on the back seat and speak in whispers.

"No sign of him at all?" asked Kirby.

"No, sahib. But there has been a light behind a shutter above there.
It comes and goes. They light it and extinguish it."

"Has anybody come out of that door?"

"No, sahib."

"None gone in?"

"None."

"Any other door to the place?"

"There may be a dozen, sahib. That is an old house, and it backs up
against six others."

"What we suffer from in this country is information," said
Warrington, beginning to hum to himself.

But Kirby signed to the trooper, and the man began to scramble out
of the cart.

"Between now and our return, report to the club if anything