such as Silver Mag and Larry the Bat to be seen at that hour of night, or, rather, morning. And if anything happened inside that house! "I—I didn't think of that," he said mechanically.
"Come across the street—under the stoop of that house there." She had his arm, and was half dragging him as she spoke, the alarm in her voice intensified. And then, a moment later, safe from observation: "Jimmie, Jimmie, what is the matter? What has happened? What makes you act so strangely?"
"Nothing," he said. "I"
"Tell me!" she insisted wildly.
And then, with a violent effort, Jimmie Dale forced his mind back to the immediate present. He was only inspiring her with terror—and there was the Magpie—and that money in the safe!
"Where is the Magpie?" he asked, with quick apprehension. "Am I late Is he in there already?"
"No," she said. "He hasn't come yet."
"What time is it?" he demanded anxiously.
"About half-past two," she replied. "But, Jimmie"
"Wait!" he broke in. "Where is he now? You were both together! And you were both to be here at three. What are you doing here alone at half-past two?"
A strange little exclamation, one almost of dismay, it seemed, escaped her.
"The Magpie left my place an hour ago—to get his kit, I think. And I came here at once because that was what you and I understood I was to do, wasn't it? Jimmie, you frighten me! You are not yourself. Don't you remember the last words you said, as you nodded to me behind the Magpie's back—that you would be here before us? There was no mistaking your meaning—if I could get away from him, I was to come here and meet you."
Jimmie Dale passed his hand nervously across his eyes. Of course, he remembered now! What a frightful turmoil his brain had been in!
