AND WHAT WAS THAT?
He strained his ears to listen.

It seemed like a window being opened or closed, cautiously, stealthily, the fraction of an inch at a time.

And then he located the sound--it came from the other side of the lane and very nearly opposite to where, on the second floor, a dull, yellow glow shone out from old Isaac's private den in the rear of the pawnshop's office.
Jimmie Dale's brows were gathered in sharp furrows.

There was evidently something afoot to-night of which the Tocsin had NOT sounded the alarm.
And then the frown relaxed, and he smiled a little.

Miraculous as was the means through which she obtained the knowledge that was the basis of their strange partnership, it was no more miraculous than her unerring accuracy in the minutest details.