‘Hush, we will talk about that another time, when we have plenty of time to do so, for we have none now.’
‘Yes, captain.’
‘You know your separate directions now. Here we are in the house, and our grand object is, of course, to do our work here and then to get out of it as quickly as we can.’
‘Yes—yes, that’s it.’
‘A light!’
One of the thieves—it was the one whose appointed duty it was to go up stairs with Blodget—lit a loco foco match, and then as it burned up they all started, for one of the first things they saw was a servant apparently fast asleep, but, in reality, dead drunk in a huge chair.
‘Confound the rascal,’ said Blodget, ‘who now would have supposed he was so near to us?’
‘He sleeps.’
‘Are you sure of that? Is it a cat’s sleep?’
‘No, captain, that is a sound sleep.’