"Now, no noise!" he instructed.
And Burton, perforce, made his way across the room--and at the door Jimmie Dale joined him and led him down the short flight of stairs.

At the bottom, he opened the door leading into the rear of the pawnshop itself, and, bidding Burton follow, entered.
"We can't risk even a match; it could be seen from the street," he said brusquely, as he fumbled around for a moment in the darkness.

"Ah--here it is!" He lifted a telephone receiver from its hook, and gave a number.
Burton caught him quickly by the arm.
"Good Lord, man, what are you doing ?" he protested anxiously.

"That's Mr.Maddon's house!" "So I believe," said Jimmie Dale complacently.

"Hello! Is Mr.Maddon there?
.