With this club he felt he had a weapon to be depended upon at need.
But there was nothing in the rest of the little three-story house to
throw any light upon the habits of Millard, or the place for which
that worthy had departed.
In one upper room Benson found a small mirror hung from a nail in the
wall. In this same room was a small trunk, lid up and empty.
Back to the basement Jack returned. At the rear he found a small yard.
Beyond that a fence, with a gate in it. The gate was unlocked. On a
nail at the edge of the gateway Jack found a fluttering fragment of
gray veiling.
"A woman has left here," thought Jack, holding the fragment of veiling
in his hand. "Or else Millard got away disguised as a woman. That
trunk may have held woman's apparel for the very purposes of such an
escape."
This rear gateway opened upon a long, narrow alley that led to a street
beyond.
Having satisfied himself on this point, Benson stepped back into the
yard.
"Hold on! Here's something that will help," muttered the boy, staring
down curiously at the ground.
It was the imprint of a foot in a wet spot on the ground.
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