"
"I can warn the watchman"--
"You mustn't think of such a thing! We must slip inside without a soul
knowing it. The watchman is the last one to trust."
"Do you suspect _him_?" asked the astonished Mr. Warmore.
"Not in the least; but you must never trust any person when it can
possibly be avoided. Doubtless, he means well, but he may leak. The
gentleman for whom we are looking might take it into his head to quiz him:
do you see?"
"It shall be as you say. Will you call for me?"
"Yes; it will be safe enough, I think, to do that."
After his family had retired, Mr. Warmore lit a cigar a few minutes before
the time mentioned, and sauntered down the path in front of his house.
Detective Lathewood was prompt, and met him at his gate. They walked
briskly along the highway, until they entered the town and approached the
large establishment which had been in the possession of the Warmore family
for the better part of a century. The merchant's familiarity with his own
premises enabled him to enter by a back way, without attracting the
attention of the watchman or any one. They waited till the streets, which
were quite clear at that late hour, showed no one near, when they slipped
inside, and closed the door behind them.
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