"Look here," said Mr. Ellis, nervously. "Since this thing has begun, I am suspicious of everything. No one could have heard us, could they?"
"The door is shut, as you see," replied the lawyer, "and I don't think anybody saw us come up here."
"The window is open," suggested Mr. Ellis.
He got up from his chair and walked to the door.
Clyde saw him open it and leave it open, then turn to the window as if he meant to do the same thing with it.
The boy was in a trap. It would never do to be caught there. To think with him was to act. He stepped over the balcony and hung from the floor by his hands. There was no one on the sidewalk beneath, and, letting go, he dropped lightly to the ground, just as his uncle stepped out upon the balcony above.
He pulled himself into a shadow and stood motionless.
Mr. Ellis was apparently suspicions. Perhaps he had heard something. At all events, he looked down and up and in all directions without becoming any wiser for it.
The moment his head disappeared from sight, Clyde stole away. He was hot with excitement and anger.