Again he paused to listen.
All was silence now.
The door swung under his hand, and, left open behind him, he was in the room.

The flashlight winked once--suspiciously.

Then he snapped its little switch, keeping the current on, and the ray dodged impudently here and there all over the apartment.
The safe was set in a sort of clothes closet behind the desk, she had said.

Yes, there it was--the door, at least.

Jimmie Dale moved toward it--and paused as his light swept the top of the intervening desk.