"But why do you have your men come down over the roof?" he
inquired curiously.
"It wasn't safe to bring them in the front way," was the
Inspector's prompt reply. "It's a cinch the house is being
watched. I wish you would let me have your latch-key. I want to
come back, and make this collar myself."
The owner of the house obediently took the desired key from his
ring and gave it to the Inspector with a shrug of resignation.
"But, why not stay, now that you are here?" he asked.
"Huh!" Burke retorted. "Suppose some of them saw me come in?
There wouldn't be anything doing until after they see me go out
again."
The hall door opened and the butler reentered the room. Behind
him came Cassidy and two other detectives in plain clothes. At a
word from his master, the disturbed Thomas withdrew with the
intention of obeying the Inspector's directions that he should
retire to bed and stay there, carefully avoiding whatever
possibilities of peril there might be in the situation so foreign
to his ideals of propriety.
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