“The door was broken from the outside!” he said, after a pause.
“Was it?”
“Of course it was.”
“Then you don't think the men could have done it?”
CHAPTER XXXVI
COLONEL RICHARD OWEN
At this moment a boy of fifteen made his way from the street to the rear entrance. It was Arthur Waters, the son of a jeweler.
“Perhaps I can tell you something about it,” he said.
“Last night I heard a noise in the street, and, getting up, I went to the window. I saw a lot of men filing through the street, all wearing masks.”