“Why not? We haven’t done another. He’ll come round.”
“What next, Dick?”
“Cut,” was the laconic reply.
“When there’s all that plate asking of us to make up a small parcel and carry it away?”
“Don’t patter. Got all the tools?”
“Yes.”
“Then come along.”
The light was played upon Capel’s insensible face for a few moments, and then, to the intense relief of the ex-servant, the lantern was placed in the bag with the burglars’ tools, and the window being thrown open, one by one stole out, the last closing the window behind him, leaving Capel lying helpless and insensible in the locked-up room.