Blodget carefully now laid hold of the handle of the bed-room door, and gave it a quick, sharp turn at once. He knew that that was the best way to prevent it from making any rattling or squeaking sound.
The door remained fast.
Blodget turned the handle again to its proper position, and stood quiet for a moment.
It was quite clear that the bed-room door was fast on the inside in some way, and if it was a night bolt, the difficulty of getting rid of such an obstruction was rather serious.
That is to say, it was serious as regarded time, for he was well prepared with any means for getting over such an obstacle, if he had but the time given him to do it in.
‘Step this way,’ he whispered to the man who was with him.
‘Yes—yes.’
Blodget led him to the top of the staircase, and then added—
‘You will stay here till I come to you again—keep your eyes and your ears open. There is a night-bolt to the room door, and I have the job of cutting my way to it. It will take me five minutes.’
‘Yes—yes.’