Stooping over the unconscious man, he felt in his pockets and found
an ugly-looking revolver, fully loaded, a handful of cartridges, a
coil of thin rope, an electric torch, a tiny dark lantern no bigger
than a match-box, and so arranged that the single drop of light it
permitted to escape fell on one spot only, a bunch of
curiously-shaped wires Dunn rightly guessed to be skeleton keys
used for opening locks quietly, together with some tobacco, a pipe,
a little money, and a few other personal belongings of no special
interest or significance.

These Dunn replaced where he had found them, but the revolver, the
rope, the torch, the dark lantern, and the bunch of wires he took
possession of.

He noticed also that the man was wearing rubber-soled boots and
rubber gloves, and these last he also kept. Stooping, he lifted the
unconscious man on to his shoulder and carried him with perfect ease
and at a quick pace out of the garden and across the road to the
common opposite, where, in a convenient spot, behind some furze
bushes, he laid him down.

"When he comes round," Dunn muttered. "He won't know where he is
or what's happened, and probably his one idea will be to clear off
as quickly as possible. I don't suppose he'll interfere with me at
all."

Then a new idea seemed to strike him, and he hurriedly removed his
own coat and trousers and boots and exchanged them for those the
burglar was wearing.