I was tempted to try the other side first, but the open window with the light burning inside was nearer, and I wished first to assure myself as to that.

I could see no sentries, but the embers of a fire were visible on the front driveway.

Whatever guard might be about the steps, none patrolled this side; I must have waited several minutes, lying concealed in the dense shrubbery, peering and listening, before becoming fully convinced.

The omission brought a vague suspicion that Johnston might not be present after all--that this was instead a mere party of convivial officers.

If so, the sooner I could convince myself the better, to make good our safe return.