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Mr. Van de Lear and myself will make the search of the house which you have already guarded , front , back , and above , and rendered it impossible for the object of your warrant to escape . '' The dignity and commanding stature of Duff Salter had their effect . Calvin Van de Lear and Duff Salter entered the silent house , lighted the gas , and walked from room to room , finally entering the apartment of Duff Salter himself . There sat Mike , the serving-man , in his red hair , uneven eyebrows , crutch , and wooden leg , as quietly arranging the models of vessels and steamers as if he had not anticipated a midnight call nor ceased his labor since Duff Salter had gone out . `` Damnation ! '' exclaimed Calvin Van de Lear , pale with exertion and rage , `` are you here ? I thought you were at Treaty Island . ''