The bolt was drawn back. And quietly turning the knob, he opened the door. Then——
“Jerry! He isn’t here!”
Together we ran to an open window. On the ground directly below us Gennor was coiling a long rope. He had thus made his escape, pulling the rope after him.
“The rope was in the leather bag,” cried Scoop. “And he’s running away with the talking frog. See? Here’s the wooden box that it was buried in.”
Gennor was now cutting through the weeds toward the red roadster. Throwing up the cover of the car’s rear luggage box, he tossed the leather bag inside. Then he jumped into the seat.
I bounded to the door. But the key to open it wasn’t in the lock. [[210]]
“What’s the matter in there?” Bid inquired from the hall.
“Gennor’s gone out through the window,” I cried.
“Who are you?”
I told him.