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You say there's an exit from this house into that saloon at the back?" "Yes, sir but the fellow, whoever he is, couldn't get away from there. Heeney's been over on guard from the start." "Then he's still inside there," said Kline, clipping off his words. "We'll search the saloon. Nice night's work this is! One out of the whole gang and that one with the compliments of the Gray Seal!"
He once more fitted the key to the lock, and found that he was free to pass in and out of the door. Yet he deferred forcing an entrance, at the moment, hungrily as he studied the inner partition door through the iron-grated glass. He knew what such a movement meant. He could not count on Heeney's continued absence.
Trotter kept guarded watch on "J. Heeney's" plumbing establishment. He watched it like a hungry cat watching a rat hole. And it was three hours later that he had the satisfaction of seeing the plumber ascend to the street and walk hurriedly westward. Trotter could see that he carried a kit of tools under his arm. But to follow him in open daylight was too great a risk.
About "J. Heeney," however, he discovered nothing beyond the fact that he had occupied the cellar for several months. Trotter did not want to arouse unnecessary suspicion by overinterrogating "J. Heeney's" neighbors. So he went mildly back to his top-floor room, and sat down and tried to study things out.
He kept watch there, with that pertinacious alertness peculiar to the idler, until he had the satisfaction of witnessing Heeney's early departure from the cellar, with a tool kit under his arm. Five minutes later Trotter was descending the stairs that led to the plumber's shop.
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