The porters are all clearing out.

The servants are gone.

It's lucky I caught the man who knew.
"Look here!" Bensington, peering from under the bed, became aware of some unaccountable garments on Cossar's arm, and, of all things, a black bonnet in his hand! "They're having a clear out," said Cossar, "If they don't set the place on fire they'll come here.

Troops may not be here for an hour yet.

Fifty per cent.