“ No. 7,” said Jimmy crisply. “That’s what I’m after. No. 7.”

“And you think you’ll find him in this house?”

“I thought I might find a clue.”

“And you didn’t?”

“Not last night⁠—no.”

“But this morning,” said Loraine, breaking in suddenly. “Jimmy, you did find something this morning. I can see it by your face.”

“Well, I don’t know if it is anything. But during the course of my stroll⁠—”

“Which stroll didn’t take you far from the house, I imagine.”