"
"Have you any suspicions?"
"No, 'sept I don't believe in that window business."
"What do you mean?" Braddock sat upright.
"Well," drawled the Yankee, "y'see, I interviewed the gal as told
that perticler lie in court."
"Eliza Flight. Was it a lie she told?"
"Well, not exactly. The window was snibbed, but that was done
after the chap who sent your pal to Kingdom Come had got out."
"Do you mean to say that the window was locked from the outside?"
asked Braddock, and then, when Hervey nodded, he exclaimed
"Impossible!"
"Narry an impossibility, you bet. The chap who engineered the
circus was all-fired smart. The snib was an old one, and he
yanked a piece of string round it, and passed the string through
the crack between the upper and lower sash of the window. When
outside he pulled, and the snib slid into place. But he left the
string on the ground outside. I picked it up nex' day and
guessed the racket he'd been on. I tried the same business and
brought off the deal."
"It sounds wonderful and yet impossible," cried Braddock, rubbing
his bald head and walking excitedly to and fro. "See here, I'll
come along with you and see how it's done."
"You bet you won't, unless you shell out.
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