Bryce laid a hand on the lad's arm.
"Look here!" he said.

"There's something wrong--again!--in here.

Run down to the police-station--get hold of Mitchington--quietly, you understand!--bring him here at once.

If he's not there, bring somebody else--any of the police.

But--say nothing to anybody but them." Dick gave him another swift look, turned, and ran.