The Lonely Bride by Fred M. White

Meanwhile General Graham had gone towards the house where he had joined the one or two trusty neighbors whom he had selected to accompany him on his errand. It struck him as strange, as it had struck Grace, that there were no lights about the house. Graham had always been informed that the Fentons were a wild lot, and made it more or less a point of turning night into day. It was hardly possible that everybody would be gone to bed; if so, it would be necessary to rouse the house. Knocking at the door had no effect whatever, the blows rained on the stout oak until the dull echo of the noise reached far and wide. The general smiled grimly.

-"We have evidently a very cunning lot to deal with," he said. "I should not in the least wonder if they had discovered what we are after; indeed, one of the gang----"