Where he was he did not know, for all was blackness about him, but he at once moved away from the door, feeling his way cautiously, while he could hear the occupant of the room moving hastily about, and then grasp the knob of the door.
A smothered curse followed the words: "The key is gone!"
Then there was a shaking of the door, and Will nearly fell down a flight of stairs; but caught himself on the rail.
As he hastily descended there appeared a crescent-shaped light before him, and he knew that it was over a door, and a moment after he reached it.
It was locked, but the key was on the inside and hastily he turned it, and he could hardly restrain a shout of joy as he found himself out in the street.
The storm was at its height, the rain was pouring in torrents and the narrow street was flooded; but the daring boy cared little for that and turning noted the house and number.
Then he darted away, unmindful of the rain.
At the corner he saw the name of the street, and once more pressed on, seemingly acquainted with the locality and aiming for a certain point.
Not even a policeman was seen out in that driving rain, so the boy met no human being as he ran along up to his ankles in water.