“Come, Mr. Walter Parsons, you can’t be asleep already, so it’s no good pretending that you are. And you must have heard that knock. So you may as well take the trouble to come and see who’s here. But if you won’t, I’ll try again.”
I tried again. I brought the knocker down against the door three or four times – good, hearty blows, Still there was no sign to show that the noise I made had been audible within. I went down the steps, intending to run over the front of the house once more with my bull’s-eye,to see if anyone were peeping at me through a window, or anything of that sort. As I did so, someone spoke to me from behind.
“Why aren’t you on your point? Is there anything wrong here?”
It was my sergeant’s voice. I could not have said, just at the moment, if I was glad to hear it, or
