The room appeared to be a sort of lodge-room, with half a dozen benches scattered around, and a desk and chair at one end.
A lamp stood on the desk, which was piled high with papers.
Opposite the desk was the door leading to the room in which were the four men. This door stood on a crack, and tiptoeing his way forward, Bob peered in and beheld Casco and Blake on one side of a table with Barker and Mike Grogan on the other.
“All of them,” he muttered to himself. “What a haul it would make if the police were only here at this moment.”
He was about to leave and summon help, when he heard Barker mention his name.
“Yes, I had a hard time of it getting away,” went on the man. “I tell you that boy is smart.”
“He comes from a smart family,” put in old Blake. “His father——”
“Hush!” cried Barker, hastily. “None of that here.”
“Well, just as you say, Bill,” returned the old man. “But I reckon you will have a job with Sarah——”
Barker put up his hand, and the old man broke off at once.