They plainly saw him open the gate and disappear down the area steps.
“It’s a burglar,” said Audrey. “This part must be a regular paradise for burglars.”
“More likely a detective,” Miss Ingate suggested.
Audrey was thrilled.
“I do hope it is!” she murmured. “How heavenly! Miss Foley said she was being watched, didn’t she?”
“What had we better do?” Miss Ingate faltered.
“Do, Winnie?” Audrey whispered, tugging at her arm. “We must run in at the front door and tell Supper-at-nine-o’clock.”
They kept cautiously on the far side of the street until the end of it, when they crossed over, nipped into the dark porch of the house and rang the bell.
Susan Foley opened for them. There was no light in the hall.
“Oh, is there?” said Susan Foley, very calmly, when she heard the news. “I think I know who it is. I’ve seen him hanging round my scullery door before. How did he climb over those railings?”