By this time Dora was coming downstairs, clad in a wrapper and
carrying a lamp in her hand. The first person she met was Tom, who
staggered into the hall with his hand to his bruised forehead.

"Oh, Tom, are you hurt?" she shrieked.

"Not much," he answered. But Dick--Dick, where are you?"

"Here, in the conservatory. Crabtree just jumped through the
glass!"

Dora ran into the little apartment, which Mrs. Stanhope had just
begun to fill with flowers for the coming winter. Tom came behind
her, carrying a poker he had picked up.

"Is he out of sight?" asked Tom.

"Yes, confound the luck," replied his brother. "Which way did he
go?"

"I don't know."

"We ought to follow him."

"We will." Dick turned to Dora. "After we are gone you had better
lock up better than ever, and remain on guard until morning."

"I will, Dick," she answered.

The key to the conservatory door was hanging on a nearby nail, and