"I can't see. The house is a trifle down the street."
"Tell me immediately if he comes back."
There was a lapse of fully two minutes. Then Vincent saw the Hindu reappear in front of the house.
"He's back," he said in the phone.
"Keep watching," ordered the voice.
"Right. He's looking at the front of the house, just above the sidewalk. He must have found cellar windows on the side. There are none here in front. Now he's going to the left side of the house."
"Can you see him there?"
"Just barely. He's in an alley — a narrow alley — and it's dark. I can just make out his outline. He's stooping now. Trying the windows. He won't have any luck; this house is certainly heavily barred. Ah!"
"What is it?"
"He must have found a loose fastening. He's working on a window. About halfway back. I can just see him."