“Where will you carry it?” asked Gibbon.
“Somewhere out of sight where I can safely open it. I should have preferred to take the bonds, and leave the box in the safe. Then the bonds might not have been missed for a week or more.”
“That would have been better.”
That was the last that Carl heard. The two disappeared in the darkness, and Carl, raising himself from his place of concealment, stretched his cramped limbs and made the best of his way home. He thought no one would be up, but Mr. Jennings came out from the sitting-room, where he had flung himself on a lounge, and met Carl in the hall.
“Well?” he said.
“The safe has been robbed.”
“Who did it?” asked the manufacturer, quickly.
“The two we suspected.”
“Did you see Mr. Gibbon, then?”
“Yes; he was accompanied by Mr. Stark.”