"
"If you are pledged to keep such a secret," replied Dalton, "then don't
explain it to me. Your word is good enough, Harry. Go ahead and do what
you want to do. I'll ask nothing about any of your actions, no matter
how strange it may look."
"You're a man in a million, George. Come on, your confidence is going to
be tested. Besides, you'll run the danger of being shot."
But Dalton followed him fearlessly as he led the way down the alley.
Richmond was not lighted then, save along the main streets, and a few
steps took them into the full dark. The brilliant windows threw bright
bands across the lines, but they themselves were in darkness.
The alley ran through the next street and so did the Curtis grounds.
They were as extensive in the rear of the house as in front, and
contained small pines carefully trimmed, banks of roses and two grape
arbors. Harry could hear no sound of any one stirring among them,
but people, obviously the cooks and other servants, were talking in the
big kitchen at the rear of the house.
The street itself running in the rear of the building was as well lighted
as it was in front, but Harry saw no one in it save a member of the city
police, who seemed to be keeping a good watch.
Pages:
231
232
233
234
235
236
237
238
239
240
241
242
243
244
245
246
247
248
249
250
251
252
253
254
255