“You stay here,” he whispered; “I’ll go down.”
“No, you don’t! I won’t have you killed all alone. I come too.”
“Blow out the light then. We must see him first,” Sydney ordered. “Got any matches?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
Silently they crept down the stairs.
On the stairs Sydney planned. “You stand at one side of the kitchen door and when I call, light the candle so I can see.”
“But he may catch you first, hurt——”
“I know the kitchen and he doesn’t. Do as I say, and we’ll get him.”
The house was large and two closed doors were between them and the burglar. Sydney was wondering if he could open them quietly, when Mrs. Schmitz stepped in front of him and noiselessly threw open one of them while he was thinking about it. From under the pantry door came a thin gleam of light.