"The first point in my information is right, anyway," muttered
Dick. "The rear door of Kahn's is open."
Moving in the shadow of the building, he had paused not far away
from the door in question.
"There were two of the fellows, the message said," muttered Dick.
"In that case, I should think one would have been left outside as
a lookout. However, the lookout may be just a little way inside
of the door. It won't do to use my light now. I'll see if I can
slip in and get close to the lookout before the thieves know
there's anyone around."
A step at a time Prescott softly reached the open door. He paused,
listening intently.
"I don't hear a sound in there. I guess I'd better take a few
very soft steps inside, and see if I can discover where the rogues
are. That is, unless they have already bagged their booty, and
have gotten away again."
Just inside of the open door, Dick halted again. He listened,
but there was no sound.
"These scoundrels are surely the original mice for soft moving,"
muttered the boy grimly. "What part of the establishment can
they be in? Hadn't I better slip out and get the police? I can't
learn anything in here unless I use my light."
Yet Prescott didn't want to turn on that flare. The light was
much more likely to show him up to the burglars than to enable
him to find men who were not making a sound.
So Dick penetrated a little further, and a little further, listening.
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