Part 36 (1/2)
”But it's too dangerous”
”No, it isn't You keep quiet, and ht shi+ne well on the key-hole”
As he spoke the young un-powder fro the latter afterwards outside into the passage
Then with a small funnel, also provided in the portmanteau, and fitted with a curved piece of pipe, to fill the interior of the lock with the fine black dust, which ran away down the funnel and pipe as easily as sand frolass
”This is the way,” said Arthur, eagerly ”I shall get pretty well half a pound in”
It see on, every stoppage being overcome by a shake or a tap or two, till at last, no o down
”Doesn'tin a piece of ready prepared slowdown the front of the door and half a yard over the floor, where the powder sprinkled about was carefully dusted away
Then by htly to fill up the key-hole, and the young man rose up
”There we are, old chap,” he said ”All we've got to do is to open the lantern, touch the end of that slow o down-- stop a minute, let's bloay a little more of the powder--then there'll be plenty of time to shut and lock the door, wait for the blow-out of the lock, and go in after and pick up the best pieces, fill our Gladstones as we like and be off”
He went down on his knees, and, tre violently, Roach held up the lantern, as he stood quiet outside now
”Here! How arily
”But it isn't safe to bring a light near the powder”
”Bosh!+ How can a light behind glass do any harm? Come closer, I mustn't leave any powder near the slow match That's better; I can see now, and--Ah! take care”
For all at once the butler fell over hiainst the opposite wall and ca some of the scattered powder, while at the saed to, shut, and they heard the shooting of the lock
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
THE COLLECTOR WAKES UP
Professor Westcott, next door, had another consign
The London and North Western Railway Company's men called with their van and a way-bill to deliver two chests froht each, both strongly screwed up and roped, and a sreat care To be kept dry”
There were two ht of the heavy chests as they lifted them off the tail-board of the vehicle, while the professor stood blinking on the steps in his big spectacles, his grey hair hanging down long froown, tied on anyhow, reaching nearly to his heels
”Rum old owl, Joe,” said one of the men ”This makes six chesties I've delivered since Christmas”
”Books?” said the other ”Yes, books The old buffer's got his house chock-full of 'eet in; he'll ask us to carry 'eht, mate; I don't mind if its anywheres near the beer cellar”
”Well, it ain't, Tom, and so I tell you I've delivered boxes o' books to hilass o' ale yet”