One of the two burglars, however, whom they had surprised, was a prisoner in their hands, a pale, sullen-looking man, who had apparently accepted his fate quite philosophically.

He was just being marched off by the uniformed police when Virginia arrived.
"Has anything been taken ?" she asked Leverson.
"Not a thing, miss," the man answered.

"There were three of them, but two escaped.

One was Bill Danes, I'm sure o' that, and we can lay our hands upon him at any time.

This one I don't know, but they meant business.