“The outer door. When I got up this morning, I found the key had disappeared, and the door was locked. Luckily we had an extra key, and so opened it.”
“Probably he carried off the other in his pocket.”
“Ah, he is a bold lad,—a bold lad,” said Foley.
“You may find that out to your cost. He'll be likely to bring the police about your ears.”
“Do you think so?” said the old man, in alarm.
“I think it more than probable.”
“But he don't know the house,” said Foley, in a tone of reassurance. “It was dark when he left here, and he will not be apt to find it again.”
“Perhaps not, but he will be likely to know you when he sees you again. I advise you to keep pretty close.”
“I certainly shall,” said the old man, evidently alarmed by this suggestion. “What a pity that such a bold lad shouldn't be in our business!”
“Perhaps you'll wish yourself out of it before long,” muttered Peg.