Nothing stirred on the porch roof. Moment after moment slipped
by. Tom began to grow more than amazed. He was worried. What
would happen next?

His father had not cried out again. Stepping around to the end
of the roofed porch, Tom saw a light in Mr. Swift's room. Rad had
evidently gone to sleep again. It would take more than an
intermittent buzzer to rouse fully that colored man.

"When old Morpheus has a strangle hold on Rad, Gabriel's trump
would scarcely awaken him," Tom muttered.

What had become of the enemy? If it was an ordinary burglar he
would have feared the electric alarm instantly. The buzzers were
still working. But there was no sign of the man who had set them
off at the bathroom window.

Suddenly Tom heard a door slam. It was from the front of the
house. Had his father come downstairs to look around and see what
the matter was?

The young fellow started around the house on a run. He heard
heavy bootsoles spurning the gravel of the path to the front
gate. He arrived at the far corner of the house in time to see a
man dash through the gateway and run down the street,
disappearing finally into the fast-driving rain.

"Fooled me! He went in and right through and down the stairs!
Out the front door!" gasped Tom. "Did he get anything? I wonder!"