Then he turned and ran down the stairway, Hunt just behind him.

He turned out the light in the back room, and called to Old Isaac to darken the pawnshop proper.

He was going forth with two forces in arms against him, the police and his pals, and he had no desire to be a shining mark for either or both by stepping through a lighted doorway.
"Larry, my son, you're all right!" said Hunt, gripping his hand in the darkness.

"Listen, boy: if ever you're trapped and can get to a telephone, call Plaza nine-double-o-one and say 'Benvenuto Cellini.'" "All right." "Remember, you're to say 'Benvenuto Cellini,' and the telephone is Plaza nine-double-o-one.

Luck to you!" Again they gripped hands.