Revolver in hand he made the round of the building to assure himself that no guard had been posted there, then chose the window farthest away from the shaft, and endeavoured to look in.
The heavy green curtain extended to the sill, but was slit in one corner.

With his eye close to this slight opening he gained a partial glimpse of the interior.

It was that of a rough office with a cot in one corner as though occasionally utilised for a sleeping room, the other furniture consisting of a small desk with roll-top, an unpainted table, and a few chairs.

In one corner stood a rusty-looking safe, the door open, and a fat-bellied wood-stove occupied the centre of the floor.
There were three men in the room, and Westcott drew a quick breath of surprise as he recognised the two faces fronting him--Bill Lacy at the desk, a pipe in his mouth, his feet elevated on a convenient chair, and Beaton, leaning back against the wall, apparently half asleep with his eyes closed.

The third man was facing Lacy, but concealed by the stove; he seemed to be doing the talking, and held a paper in his hand resembling a map.