Next his search took him to the bathroom, which connected with the den and which also lacked windows. Almost at once he was rewarded. In the medicine cabinet he found two tools, a nail file and a rusty razor blade.
Diligently, Flash set to work, trying to remove the screws which held the ornamental door hinges. The task was a tedious one. Twice he was compelled to wait as he heard Fleur’s step in a near-by hall.
Success crowned his efforts at last. With the hinges off, he swung back the door and stepped from his prison.
Flash stood for a moment, listening. The only sound came from a dripping faucet in the kitchen.
He moved stealthily to the door. It had been locked from the outside. The door opening from the dining room likewise was barred.
Testing a window, he found it both locked and nailed. In no mood to delay, Flash seized a plate from the sideboard and hurled it through the pane. Enlarging the hole, he climbed through, lowering himself to the ground.
The sound of splintering glass had brought Fleur running from the dock. He swung his lantern so that the beam fell upon the cameraman.
“Hey, get back in there! Get back or I’ll fire!”
Flash did not believe that Fleur was armed. To be on the safe side he dodged behind a tree. Hidden by the darkness, he kept watch of the moving lantern, and when he saw his chance, ran for the road.
Fleur made no attempt to follow. Actually he was afraid for his own safety, believing his employer’s story that the young man had lost his mind.