For the moment the two men forgot everything but their curiosity, and both looked anxiously inside. Every shelf and pigeon-hole was rummaged, but there was nothing but letters and documents. There were two drawers below. The locks of these had to be picked. In the last one the burglar pounced on a bag of money and some notes.
"Got 'im!" he cried triumphantly.
"What?"
"Two 'underd an' fifty quid. 'E gets it on the fust of ev'ry month to pay 'is washin' bill."
"How did you know that?"
"From a pal at the bank. I've 'ad this in my eye for a year or more, but I've mos'ly been a-doin' time since I——" He stopped short suddenly, evidently regretting his outburst of confidence.
"Now put that money back," said Mr. Hilton.
"Wot for?"
"Because I tell you."