“Wrong trail, pard,” murmured Fortune.
“Let’s make sure of it before we leave,” returned Clancy. “You crawl toward the front and I’ll go toward the rear. If you hear or see anything suspicious, don’t try to let me know. I’ll join you before long, and then you can tell me.”
Clancy’s maneuvers brought him point-blank against the glass side of the conservatory. He had found not the least sign of intruders. Half convinced that he and Fortune were really on the wrong trail, he crawled forward along the wall to get his friend and carry investigations elsewhere.
Fortune, however, had made a discovery which caused Clancy to change his plans for leaving the premises.
“I’m next to somethin’, Red,” Jimmie whispered.
“What is it?”
“Open winder—right over my head. See for yourself.”
Clancy arose to his knees. Fortune was right. There was a window, there, with the lower sash raised.
“By Jove!” murmured Clancy, in his companion’s ear. “It’s a case of robbery, and both those fellows are inside!”
“We’ll wait till they come out, pard,” said Fortune excitedly, “and nab ’em one at a time, as they drap. They won’t be able to shoot, if we’re quick.”