’They’refilingsomething，’whisperedtherobber，’here—shutup，givemethatpistol，andthepoker。Thereisaburglarnow，andnomistake。’
’It’sonlyatoyoneanditwon’tgooff，’Isaid，’butyoucancockit。’
Thenweheardasnap。’Theregoesthewindowbar，’saidtherobbersoftly。’Jove！whatanadventure！Youkidsstayhere，I’lltackleit。’
ButDickyandIsaidweshouldcome。Soheletusgoasfarasthebottomofthekitchenstairs，andwetookthetongsandshovelwithus。Therewasalightinthekitchen;averylittlelight。Itiscuriousweneverthought，anyofus，thatthismightbeaplantofourrobber’stogetaway。Weneverthoughtofdoubtinghiswordofhonour。Andwewereright。
Thatnoblerobberdashedthekitchendooropen，andrushedinwiththebigtoypistolinonehandandthepokerintheother，shoutingoutjustlikeOswaldhaddone—