“He’s got clean off, and done it very cleverly, I am free to confess,” exclaimed Peace; “but we may yet hunt him down.”
Mr. Wrench in a state of trepidation now made his appearance.
“Have you discovered anything?” he ejaculated, in a tone of the deepest anxiety.
“He’s off,” cried Peace.
“Who?”
“How should I know? The robber, whoever he may be. But not a moment is to be lost. Follow me.”
Our hero descended the stairs with the speed of an antelope, and was followed by the detective. They both made for the front door, which unfortunately for them was locked and barred most securely.
“How shall we get out of this cursed house?” cried Wrench.
“Here, Brickett—Brickett!” shouted out Peace. “Bring the keys and open the front door.”
The landlord hastened to the spot, and undid the fastenings.