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Updated: June 15, 2025
"Don't be nervous. I'm merely getting ready to leave you with your ill-gotten gains. It isn't wise, you see, to peep out of a door with a light in the room behind you. Keep cool. I sha'n't be more than a minute." There was no sound for many seconds, save the deep breathing of the two men. Then, with infinite caution, Sprouse turned the knob and opened the door a half inch or so.
"Jones is all right," said Sprouse briefly. "Come along. You can call up from my room." He grinned slyly. "Such a thing as tapping the wire, you know." Sprouse had installed a telephone in his room, carrying a wire upstairs from an attachment made in the cellar of the Tavern. He closed the door to his little room on the top floor.
"By Jove, was that you?" gasped Barnes, falling in beside him. "If it were light enough you could see a sign on my back which says in large type, 'Silence," said the other, and after that not a word passed between them for half an hour or more. Then it was Sprouse who spoke. "This is the short cut to Green Fancy," he whispered, laying his hand on Barnes's arm.
"Possess your soul in peace. I'm not going to do anything foolish. Time enough left for that sort of thing. I will get him some day, but not now. By the way, what is the number of your room?" "Twenty-two, on the next floor." "Good. Go upstairs now and I'll join you in about ten minutes. I will tap three times on your door." "Why should you come to my room, Sprouse?
He sprang to his feet and opened it, presenting himself before Sprouse fully dressed and, as the secret agent said later on, "fit to kill." They went quietly down a back stairway and let themselves out into the stable-yard. A light, cold drizzle greeted them as they left the lee of the building. "A fine night for treason, stratagems and spoils," said Sprouse, speaking barely above a whisper.
Barnes. I forbid it. You " "How did Sprouse get out? You said your door was locked." He sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. She was still trembling violently. He took her hand in his and held it tightly. "He had a key. I do not know where he obtained " "Skeleton key, such as burglars use. By Jove, what a wonderful burglar he would make! Courage, Miss Cameron! He will be here soon.
How was he to find the courage to impart the appalling news to her? He was now convinced beyond all doubt that the so-called Sprouse had made off with the priceless treasure and that only a miracle could bring about its recovery. O'Dowd's estimate of the man's cleverness was amply supported by what Barnes knew of him. He knew him to be the personification of craftiness, and of daring.
Barnes insisted that the first thing to be considered was the release of Miss Cameron. He held forth at some length on the urgency of immediate action. "If we can't think of any other way to get her out of this devilish predicament, Sprouse, I shall apply to Washington for help." "And be laughed at, my friend," said the secret agent.
We may have to run like hell down this path, partner, and I'd I'd hate to step on his face." "'Gad, you're a cold-blooded " "Don't be finicky," snapped Sprouse. "It wasn't much of a crack, and it was necessary. There! You're safe for the time being," he grunted as they laid the limp body down in the brush at the side of the narrow trail.
Barnes had not taken his eyes from the face of the little man during this recital. He was rapidly changing his opinion of Sprouse. There was sincerity in the voice and eyes of the secret agent. "What led you to suspect that he is at Green Fancy, Mr. Sprouse?" "History. It is known that this Mr. Curtis has spent a great deal of time in the country alluded to.
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