No one else was in sight.
He returned viciously to his seat at the table, and began to read again.
The door had opened, and Ashby, on tip-toe, was in the room before the senior noticed the fresh intrusion.
"Rollitt's no thief; ain't you glad?
The money's found.

Hurray, Clapperton!--done it!" exclaimed Ashby, all in one breath, dancing out of the room in conscious pride at his exploit.
"All very well," said D'Arcy, whose turn came next; "how am I to do it ?" "No shirking," said Wally; "I come after you." "Look here," said D'Arcy; "if you chaps give me a leg-up, I'll let him have it through his window.

I can reach round from this passage window to his if you hang on to my legs." "Good dodge," said Wally, admiringly, "but we'd better turn the key on the door first.

If he came out and spotted us holding you, we might have to drop you." So the key was quietly put in the lock and turned; and D'Arcy, firmly held by the heels, wriggled himself out of the window, and, with the aid of a pipe, pulled himself up, with his face to the window of Clapperton's study.
That worthy was beginning to congratulate himself that he would be spared a further repetition of the uncomfortable news that night, when a sudden, loud voice at one of the open lattice panes almost startled him out of his skin.
"Oh, Clapperton! Ain't you glad?
Rollitt's no thief.

The money's found.