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The Drums of Jeopardy
Hawksley smiled. To say that to a chap when he was digging into his tomb!
When the sides of the trap were free Cutty tapped to Kitty again. There was a long, agonizing wait. Then three taps came from below. Cutty flashed a signal to the warehouse windows. In five minutes the raid would be in full swing—from the roof, from the street, from the cellar.
With their short crowbars braced by stout fulcrums the two men heaved. Noise did not matter now. Presently the trap went over.
"Look out for your hands; there's lots of loose glass. And together when we drop."
"Right-o!" whispered Hawksley, assured that when he dropped through the trap the result would be oblivion. Done in.
