"The stables?"

"Why, surely. The fellow never got in here without some local
assistance, and I am rather certain that this comes from the stables.
Besides, no one will be expecting us." He came down agilely.

Breitmann nodded approvingly at the ease with which the other made the
descent. "It would be wiser to leave the cellar by the window," he
suggested.

"My idea, too. We'll make a step out of this board. The stars are
bright enough." Fitzgerald climbed out first, and then gave a hand to
Breitmann.

"I understood there was a burglar alarm in the house."

"Yes; but this very window, being open, probably breaks the circuit.
All cleverly planned. But I'm crazy to learn what he is looking for.
Double your coat over your white shirt."

Breitmann was already proceeding with this task. A dog-trot brought
them into the roadway, but they kept to the grass. They were within a
yard of the stable doors when a hound began bellowing. Breitmann
smothered a laugh and Fitzgerald a curse.

"The quicker we get back to the cellar the better," was the former's
observation.

And they returned at a clip, scrambling into the cellar as quickly and