"It is a gambling house—or was—not now."
"Very good. This is my servant, Josiah. If I get out safely, come to Willard's to-morrow at nine—use my card—ask for me—and you will not be sorry to have helped me."
"You want to get in!"
"Yes."
"No use to ring, sir," said Josiah. "There ain't any servants and the gentlemen, they ate outside. Lord, how it rains!"
The policeman hesitated. Another ten dollar note changed owners. "Well, it isn't police duty—and you're not a burglar—"
The Colonel laughed. "If I were, I'd have been in that house without your aid."
"Well, yes, sir. Burglars don't usually take the police into their confidence. There are no lights except in the second storey. If your man's not afraid and it's an honest Government job, let him go through that side alley, get over the fence—I'll help him—and either through a window or by the cellar he can get in and open the front door for you."
Josiah laughed low laughter as he crossed the street with the officer and was lost to view. The Colonel waited at the door. In a few minutes the man returning said, "Want me with you? He got in easily."
"No, but take the time when I enter and keep near." They waited.