Then there came to his ears two sounds of the sweetest description. The first noise was that of running feet. The second was Dave Darrin's voice shouting:
"Fellows, there's some fearful work going on here. And here's the fire! Move like lightning! Bring water from the kitchen—in anything."
There was a sound of many running feet. Then Dick called, huskily:
"Dave, are you there?"
"Dick, where are you?"
"In this closet—locked in!"
"But there doesn't seem to be any key," quivered Darrin.
"No; Dexter took that away with him."
"Did he set this——"
"Yes; but listen! Mrs. Dexter is locked up in the closet opposite."