At the gates, Walter used the light from the street lamps and discovered no one was outside through the gaps. The street was silent.
For an instant, Walter suspected if he had heard wrong and that the doorbell hadn't rung!
He composed himself, and he quickly walked to the servant quarters at the back of the compound. He woke up a few servants and got them to carry double-barreled hunting rifles to begin patrolling the main building so as to prevent any bandits or burglars from infiltrating.
Walter didn't immediately get the police, because nothing had happened yet. The doorbell from earlier might've been a prank from a tramp.
Meanwhile, under the nearby sewers, the infiltrator was holding onto the metal handles as he slowly headed down into the unlit area.
He soon came to a halt, leaned back onto the moss-covered wall, and slowly slid down to sit down on the dirty ground.
