We were all to enter.
When Woglom was in the house, he had made use of a "crooked" man's never-absent companion, a screw-driver.
With this he had loosened the screws of the iron buttons which secured the cellar windows, which were then left so poorly secured that a slight push would be sufficient to open them.
Consulting his diagram by the light of a match, Woglom located the particular window which he considered it most advisable to attack.
With soft steps we crept around the house, keeping close to it.
We reached the window.
Woglom went down on his knees before it.
Listening a minute, and finding everything continued quiet, the master-villain applied a gentle pressure to the window.
It did not give.
He pressed harder.