Potzfeldt place or an attendant who had charge of the pigeon loft.
Jack was almost up now. He had only to cover another yard of space when he could look into the room of the lighted window. That was where fresh peril must lie, because his figure would be outlined in silhouette, and any one moving about the grounds might discover that uninvited guests had arrived.
Tom wished he had told his chum to insist that the light be immediately extinguished, if, as they believed, it proved to be Bessie who occupied that room. He hoped his chum would think of it without being told.
There! At last Jack had arrived, and without accident! Now he was cautiously thrusting his head up a little, to peer within.
Tom held his breath. So much depended on what would follow Jack's betrayal of his presence.
"Tell her to put out the light, first of all, Jack!" Tom gently called out, using both hands as a megaphone to carry the sounds.
It seemed that he must have been heard, and his directions understood, for immediately there was another movement above, after which the illumination ceased, as though Bessie had blown out the lamp.
Tom breathed easier, though he still con-
