The strangest thing about it was that there was no light in the house, not a sound to be heard, no sign that anything unusual was going on. After a few minutes the watchers began to feel uneasy about this. Mr. Dailey moved cautiously down toward the other corner.
"Hey, Barker!" he called, in a suppressed voice. "Any signs of a light around there?"
"Not a bit," Mr. Barker replied. "Not a sound inside, either."
"I don't like that," Mr. Dailey said. "There may have been murder as well as robbery. Keep a sharp eye out, and I'll give an alarm at the front door."
Bang! bang! bang! went Mr. Dailey's boot against the front door. No answer. Bang! bang! again.
"Hello!" said Mr. Bailey's voice at the second-story window.
"It's all right, Bailey," Mr. Barker shouted. "We're Barker and Dailey, with the two boys, and we're all armed. You'd better come down and open the door. They can't possibly escape."
"Who can't?" said the voice at the window.
"The burglars," said Mr. Dailey. "They must be still in the house."
"Wait a minute," said the voice at the window. And those outside heard a footstep on the stair, and in a moment the front door was thrown open.