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120 wouldn't be as they are now," Dorothy added in a tone of content, and thus it was that when the real search for the spy began, every one concerned felt in the best of humor.

Masters Dean and Lamb, with their wives, remained in the living room while the mob literally took possession of the house, and Dorothy's mother was in a state of mind bordering on terror, lest the dwelling should be set on fire, for the men had provided themselves with a plentiful supply of candles before making this second visit, and thirty or more, lighted and dripping tallow, were being carried through the different apartments.

The children and Scip listened intently to the remarks of the searchers as they failed in finding anything, and it is possible the attic would have been passed unheeded, had not Sarah taken it upon herself to cry to her father through the partially open door:

"They are not going any further than the second floor, sir."

The two gentlemen, eager that the search should be ended by the finding of the spy, went to the stairway, and Master Dean called out loudly:

"Have you looked in the attic?"

"How do you get there?" some one asked. "I allowed we'd seen the whole house."