"We must go now—at once," she whispered hurriedly. "They suspect us. I know it, I know it!"
"I'm afraid so," said the Burglar grimly. "That's why that detective spoke to me."
"Detective?" gasped the Girl.
"Yes, a detective disguised as a gentleman."
"Oh, if they are watching us what shall we do?"
The Burglar glanced out, and seeing the man to whom the lumpy individual had spoken coming toward the conservatory, turned suddenly to the Girl.
"Do you really want to go with me?" he asked.
"Certainly," she replied eagerly.
"You are making no mistake?"
"No, Dick, no!" she said again. "But if we are caught——"