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E. W. Hornung: A Thief in the Night7. A Trap to Catch a Cracksman (continued)It was daybreak when I gave the alarm with bell and telephone. In a few minutes we had the house congested with dishevelled domestics, irascible doctors, and arbitrary minions of the law. If I told my story once, I told it a dozen times, and all. on an empty stomach. But it was certainly a most plausible and consistent tale, even without that confirmation which none of the other victims was as yet sufficiently recovered to supply. And in the end I was permitted to retire from the scene until required to give further information, or to identify the prisoner whom the good police confidently expected to make before the day was out. I drove straight to the flat. The porter flew to help me out of my hansom. His face alarmed me more than any I had left in Half-moon Street. It alone might have spelled my ruin. "Your flat's been entered in the night, sir," he cried. "The thieves have taken everything they could lay hands on." "Thieves in my flat!" I ejaculated aghast. There were one or two incriminating possessions up there, as well as at the Albany. "The door's been forced with a jimmy," said the porter. "It was the milkman who found it out. There's a constable up there now." A constable poking about in my flat of all. others! I rushed upstairs without waiting for the lift. The invader was moistening his pencil between laborious notes in a fat pocketbook; he had penetrated no further than the forced door. I dashed past him in a fever. I kept my trophies in a wardrobe drawer specially fitted with a Bramah lock. The lock was broken - the drawer void. "Something valuable, sir?" inquired the intrusive constable at my heels. "Yes, indeed - some old family silver," I answered. It was quite true. But the family was not mine. And not till then did the truth flash across my mind. Nothing else of value had been taken. But there was a meaningless litter in all. the rooms. I turned to the porter, who had followed me up from the street; it was his wife who looked after the flat. This is page 135 of 182. [Marked] This title is on Your Bookshelf. Buy a copy of A Thief in the Night at Amazon.com
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