“Couldn’t sleep,” said Harry. “Think I’ll take a walk outside. Want to come along?”
“Guess not,” said Crull. “I want to finish this book.”
As Harry Vincent went out the front door, Bert Crull closed the book and sat silently, with a thoughtful expression on his face.
* * *
It was a dark night outside. Harry strolled down to the road, and an uncontrollable desire seized him. He suddenly determined to visit the old farmhouse on the other side of the little hill. He decided to go around by the road.
Reaching the farmhouse, he noted a light in the second-story window. He climbed the shed roof, and cautiously strained forward to a position which enabled him to see within. Two men were there. Harry could see them through the space at the bottom of the lowered shade.
One was the old man whom he had seen before. The other was Vernon, Blair Windsor’s servant!
This was a startling surprise. Harry could not hear what the men were saying, for the window was closed. Vernon arose, as though to leave. Harry dropped to the ground.
His eyes noted a cellar window. He tried it, and it opened to his touch. He slipped in, and turned on his flashlight. He saw a stairway leading up into the house. He turned off the light as he reached the bottom step.
There he stopped and dropped beside the steps. A door had opened above.