Blodget himself commenced the attack upon the door, and he did so with amazing tact.
With one of the picklocks he had in his possession he easily turned the lock of the door, and then he found that he was impeded by a couple of bolts and a chain.
To most persons these would have been rather insurmountable obstructions, but to him they only required a little time and skill and perseverance to overcome them.
With a fine and exquisitely tempered saw, which was so thin that he got it between the door and the joist, he managed to saw them both in two in a very short space of time.
The door was now only fastened by the chain.
‘Is it done now?’ asked one of the thieves.
‘Not yet.’
‘Soon?’
‘Yes. Why do you ask?’ said Blodget.
‘I think—I may be mistaken though—but I think some one looked out at one of the windows of the house opposite rather more earnestly than they ought to have done.’