He knocked on the door a second time, having received no answer, and waited, but again no answer came.
'Once more.'
He knocked again. Nothing. He frowned.
"This is DelMont's house, isn't it?" Avera asked with puzzled concern.
He eased away from the door, turning his face to his friend. "Yes, I'm certain of it. It's just as Mr. Carder described."
'Besides, who else in Elkshire would have maurium?'
There was the faint sound of music and merriment coming from inside the house, and he paused.
'At least we know he's home.'