“A trap? How?”
“Tell you later. Look!” Jimmie’s whisper rose shrill. “There are three pairs of hands. The man we can’t see gets the gold and diamonds.”
“It’s a split,” said John. “Or he’s been offered a risky job and is accepting his pay in advance.”
“Look out!” Jimmie warned. “They’re coming out. Duck. Their car light may shine on us.”
Their car light did not shine on them because there was no light. The powerful motor purred, then the big car slid away into the night like a black ghost.
“We’ll go in and have a look,” said John. “I have a key.
“Big, clumsy, old-fashioned affair, this lock,” he muttered as he thrust the heavy brass key into the lock. “No bother at all for even a common house breaker.
“There,” he pushed the door open.
For a full moment they stood there listening. “Gone for good,” said John, snapping on his flashlight.
“For this time at least,” Jimmie amended. He was thinking of the trap he meant to set.