ILLUSTRATIONS

[Falcon was dead.... To make good his escape, no time must be lost.]

["'I am Mr. Moncrief,' said that gentleman, stepping forward."]

["As ill-luck would have it, Hibbert ran full tilt against Mr. Weevil, just as he reached the outer door."]

["Slightly raising himself from his position on the roof, Crick lifted the flagstaff from its socket, and drew it quickly beneath the trap-door."]

["The boy was kneeling beside him,—it was Moncrief minor.... 'Are you all right?' came in a whisper from the boy."]