“Will you write it now?”

“Of course not. I will as soon as I have the gold in my possession.”

“I suppose that will do. Step back, then.”

“What are you going to do?” asked the burglar in surprise, seeing Tom bend over.

“Lift the trap-door.”

“What for?”

“You want me to get the gold, don’t you?”

“Well?”

“I must go down cellar for it.”

“Is it kept down there?”