"Ha!" said my friend grimly.
He opened a small black bag and produced a dark lantern, a coil of strong silk rope, and a small but serviceable jemmy. All that burglarious outfit belonged to my friend!
At this moment the pretty fair girl to whom he was engaged, Vera Vallance, arrived, but returned to London by the next train.
At ten o'clock we proceeded cautiously to the house of Macdonald the hairdresser, whom Ray had discovered to be a German spy!
"Have you your electric torch with you?" inquired my dear old college friend.
"I have," I answered grimly.
"Good! Then let us enter!"
"You mean to break in?" I cried, amazed at the audacity of my friend.
"Bah!" he said. "Spies are always cowards!"
Therefore we knocked at the door. It was opened by two men, the elder of whom gave vent to a quick German imprecation. The younger had a short beard.