Then it returned, crossing a second time, and a third. All was
still again. The soft shuffle of a foot, the rustle of arbor
vines, and the form of a man crawled up to the window. With
inconceivable stealth and carefulness it glided through the
aperture, followed by a companion.

Lorry and Anguish were at the opening a second or two later,
lying flat on their stomachs and listening for sounds from
within. The dim light was still there, the window was open, and
there was a sound of whispering. Lorry raised his head and
peered through, taking calculations while the light made it
possible. He saw an open door on the opposite side of the low
room, with steps beyond, leading upward. Between the window and
the door there were no obstacles. Up those steps he saw three
men creep, the leader carrying the dim light. The door was left
open, doubtless to afford unimpeded exit from the building in
case of emergency. Harry Anguish touched Lorry's arm.

"I took the two pistols from that Vienna man out there. We may
need them. Here is one for yourself. Go first, Lorry," he
whispered.

Lorry stuck the revolver in his coat pocket and gently slid
through the window to the floor below. His friend followed, and
they paused to listen. Taking Anguish by the hand the other led
the way straight to the spot where he remembered seeing the door.

Boldly the two men began the breathless ascent of the stone
steps. The top was reached, and far ahead, down a narrow hall,
they saw the three men and the dim light moving. Two of them