They drew their revolvers and stepped back.
Again the place was still.
There was no motion anywhere in the cellar.
“The place is haunted,” whispered Geary.
“I shall be glad if it turns out to be ghosts,” was the reply.
While the men waited and listened, the sound of blows and low-muttered curses came from the other side of the double partition.
“One of those detectives did get down here,” said Gilmore. “If he gets out there is an end of our scheme, and all the money we have put into it.”
“You stay here,” whispered Geary, “and I’ll go around in front and get into the other room that way.”
“Well, hurry.”
Geary darted away, and Gilmore stood watching the door.