"You're one of them runners for crooks, that's what you are.

I know the kind; they have you to climb in the windows for 'em and all that.

Now you keep still a minute if you know what's best for you." In a brief and threatened few moments of silence Peter told in a whisper how he had seen the signal and read it and stopped the car, and of the flight of the head thief, as he called him.

Between these two excited youngsters Ham hardly knew what to believe.

He certainly did not believe in talking lights appearing over graveyards.