And so no word crept forth.

When the vault must be restored, it was said that those tons upon tons of gold it sheltered had broken down the steel floor.

As bricks by the wagon load went into the drain through the manhole nearest the scene of London Bill's exploits, a pavement idler asked their purpose.

They were to repair the drain where the water had eaten into and undermined the walls.

Yes, it was a secret stubbornly protected; the tunnel was stopped up, the vault restored to what had been a former strength or weakness, and never a dozen souls to hear the tale.
With the Russians, Inspector Val met views which ran counter to his own.
An attache of the Bear accompanied Inspector Val to the San Reve's rooms in Grant Place.