Why, with this jimmy, even a woman can exert a pressure of a ton or so.

Not one catch in a thousand can stand it--certainly not this one." Constance continued to work, muffling the lever as much as possible in a piece of felt.
At last a quick wrench and the catch yielded.
The only thing wrong about it was the noise.

There had been no wind, no passing trolley, nothing to conceal it.
They shrank back into the shadow, and waited breathless.

Had it been heard?
Would a window open presently and an alarm be sounded?
There was not a sound, save the rustle of the leaves in the night wind.
A few minutes later Constance carefully raised the lower sash and they stepped softly into the house--once the house over which Anita Douglas had been mistress.
Cautiously Constance pressed the button on a little pocket storage-battery lamp and flashed it slowly about the room.
All was quiet in the library.

The library table was disordered, as if some one in great stress of mind had been working at it.