"Up through number seventeen."
"Next door, eh?"
"That's right."
"Over the roof?"
"Can't say; he's left no tracks. I been up to see."
"I suppose there's the usual ladder and trapdoor?"
"Yes, but the ladder's hanging in its proper place. He couldn't have put it back there, could he?"
The other grunted; presently he expressed a doubt whether Raffles (and it thrilled me to hear the very name) had succeeded in breaking into the lawyer's office at all. The first man on the scene, however, was quite sure of it—and so was I.
"And we've got to hang about," grumbled the newcomer, "till he comes out again?"
"That's it. We can't miss him. He must come back into the square or through into the gardens, and if he does that he'll have to come over these here railings into Field Court. We got him either way, and there's a step just here where we can sit and see both ways as though it had been made for us. You come and try ... a door into the old hall ..."