“Then go below and break the connection.”
“I’ll be back in five minutes, Clancy.”
Spark vanished in the dusky regions at the rear of the bank, and Clancy dropped down beside the watchman.
From his pocket he took a gag and fixed it about the watchman’s jaws; then, with two pieces of rope, he tied his prisoner hand and foot and dragged him out of sight under a customers’ desk that stood near the window.
After that he passed through the cashier’s cage and halted in front of the vault door.
There was a dimly burning light in front of the vault, and above the iron door there was a clock.
“A time-clock,” said Spark, coming up at that moment.
“Did you fix the alarm?” queried Clancy, in a sharp tone.
“Broke the battery that operates it.”
“Then out with the tools.”