Jack Harkaway and His Son's Escape from the Brigand's of Greece by Bracebridge Hemyng
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There was no one about.
Not a sound. Now was his time. His object was to explore the house, and ascertain in what particular part of it the cash, the jewels, and the plate were kept. When they had secured these, they could content themselves for the present at least. Firstly, therefore, he tied up the silver spoons and knives and forks from the dinner table in a napkin, and dropped the bundle into Toro's hat below. Then he crept back through the room into the passage. This done, he waited for a while to listen, and assuring himself that the coast was clear, he crept up. On the next landing there were seven doors. Six were shut, so he peeped into the seventh room, and just then he heard a noise below. Someone coming up stairs. What could he do? |
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