Of that he was assured.
At 11 Fortescue Square there were no outward signs of recent disturbance beyond the presence of a sharp-eyed policeman at each corner of the row of houses of which Mr.Forbes's residence formed one of the center pair.
Theydon expected to see a shattered window in the drawing-room on the first floor, where, presumably, Mrs.Forbes was standing when the shot was fired, but each pane in three large windows was intact, and the windows were closed.
Then he reflected--as, indeed, proved to be the case--that on such a fine day the window would probably be open.

Two windows on the second floor and one in the cloakroom near the front door were raised a few inches, but drawn curtains screened from observation any watchful eye which might be stationed behind them.

As a matter of fact, armed detectives were hidden there, and they had been given specific orders to shoot without warning any one of Chinese appearance whose behavior was suspicious, while three men were in readiness in the hall to rush out into the square and make an arrest under similar circumstances.
In that fashionable quarter, at that hour, automobiles of every type were passing constantly.

At the very next door a well-appointed carriage and pair was in readiness to take an elderly lady for a drive in the park.

As yet, none of the other residents in the square had the remotest notion that No.