"I"ll have it," he told himself, his muscles tightening. "One long stretch and there it is. Ah! they"re turning their backs; I"ll have a chance before very long."
"Now the match; set the flame going," he heard Henricksen say, and looking beneath the tent-like structure saw a sudden flash, and the profiles of this man and the "Admiral." The latter was holding a match towards the end of the long bra.s.s burner which Henricksen gripped in his hands. David noticed that two separate pipes converged towards the end into one, from which a small flame now spouted, while Henricksen controlled two taps, one for each of the tubes, with his fingers.
Farther back a rubber tube went to each of those of metal leading to the burner, and ended at one of the cylinders, or rather, to put it in the correct order, began there, carrying the gas to the burner.
"You two get off," said Henricksen, seeing that he had a flame.
"Spolikoff, keep moving up and down, and if you hear a latch click, sit down as tight as possible. The police look into the store every time they pa.s.s, and might see you. Admiral, pull that rug round a bit. The light will break too much round the corner."
What a clever criminal he was! David marvelled that it could be the same sleek, suave man who waited in the jewellery department, and enticed customers to buy the things he offered. Then his eyes closed suddenly, for Henricksen"s fingers manipulated the taps of his burner, and at once a fierce flame spurted out, casting about it a dazzling light. Peering round the corner of the rug which the "Admiral" had drawn towards him, and shading his eyes behind an enormous directory, David caught a glimpse of the intensely hot jet of flame playing on the door of the safe in the neighbourhood of the lock. It seemed that he could actually see the paint peeling off, while, almost at once, the metal beneath became white hot. In less time than he could have believed it possible it seemed to be pitting, as if the flame were devouring portions of it.
Then, very suddenly, the "Admiral" pulled at the rug again, and the glare and the figures beneath the tent were obliterated. David gently removed one of the ponderous volumes, stretched his arm through the opening, and possessed himself of the Browning revolver.
"So far, so good!" he thought. "Now to get out of the place. Wonder whether I could climb over the gla.s.s part.i.tion? No, wouldn"t do; I should be seen by Henricksen at once."
He forgot for the second that the ruffian who went by that name, and who in his everyday life was looked upon as a clever and capable salesman in the store, was at that moment wearing dark spectacles, through which he could see nothing but the glare of the acetylene flame. David failed to remember that, even armed with those gla.s.ses, the glare was such that a man manipulating the blow-pipe would require a few moments rest to accustom his eyes to lesser illumination. Then the thought occurred to him. He stretched his neck round the edge of the bookcase, and caught a glimpse of the flame. Its brilliance was intense. It caused his pupils to contract with painful suddenness, and turning his head away, he found that everything was a dark blank. For the moment his own eyes were useless. The experience emboldened him.
"I"ll creep out and across the office behind the tent," he said. "Then I"ll dodge the Russian Spolikoff. Ah! what"s that?"
A motor horn sounded suddenly out in the street, and he heard the rattle of a pa.s.sing automobile. The next instant there came a sharp click, which was easily heard above the gentle roar of the oxy-acetylene flame.
Promptly the glare died down. Henricksen had manipulated the taps and had shut down the gas.
"Stay still," David heard him whisper to the man known as the "Admiral." "It"s a policeman inspecting. He won"t see the glare; he couldn"t with this tent. What"s he making all that noise about?"
It was Constable Hemming without a doubt, and if the truth had been guessed at, the honest fellow had suddenly become fearful for the safety of our hero. There was a second constable on duty with him, patrolling the outskirts of the store, and the latter had reported a sudden glare within. Hemming was sceptical; but he went at once to the letter-box, and opened the flap with a loud click. Yes, there did seem to be a glare over the manager"s office, he thought, but it died away at once.
"He"s been having a feed," he suggested to his comrade. "Switched on a light in the office for a while, and then turned it out again. He"ll have heard the latch go, he"d have shouted if there was trouble."
But the sound he had made had been sufficient to alarm Henricksen and his comrades. David saw the "Admiral" suddenly crouch close to the floor and grope in his pocket. Henricksen tore his gla.s.ses from his eyes, and emerging from the tent, groped on the desk for the weapon he had left there. A growl escaped him as he failed to find it. His fingers ran over the leather surface, over the pens and ink bottle and paper, but still they were unsuccessful. Then he turned to his comrade.
"That fellow made a heap of noise," he said. "I thought he might be suspicious. Suppose he didn"t see or hear Spolikoff; but where"s my Browning? I could swear that I left it on the desk here."
"I saw you," came the answer. "You put it down close to the ink bottle: ain"t it there?"
"Not a sign of it. Can"t very well see yet, for that glare is terrific in spite of smoked gla.s.ses. But I"ve run my fingers everywhere, and there"s no shooter. Spolikoff"s taken it perhaps."
Meanwhile, David had crouched behind the bookcase again, and for the moment almost shivered. It was true that he was now armed; but would that help him against such miscreants, considering he was like a rat in a trap, hemmed in the closest quarters? He even thought wildly of making a dash for the outside of the manager"s office, and was bracing his muscles for the effort, when a dusky figure came sliding in through the gla.s.s doorway, to be detected instantly by our hero, but not so by the others, for their backs were in that direction, while even if it had been otherwise their eyes were still hardly fit for such a task.
"S-s-shish!" said the man, whispering. "It"s Spolikoff. A policeman came to the opening and rattled. I dived down and sat still; then I managed to get to a place where I could see through a c.h.i.n.k in the shutters. Two constables were talking outside. I saw them part and walk away along the pavement. It"s all clear again."
The "Admiral" gave vent to a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead, while Henricksen turned round and stared hard at the man, still unable to see him.
"You get back to that peep hole right away," he commanded gruffly, "and watch out for the police. Give us a signal when they"re coming. I"m afraid they may see the glare. Did you walk off with my shooter?"
Spolikoff denied the charge promptly. "Here"s my own," he said. "But perhaps Ovanovitch took it; he has a way of borrowing things! I will go and ask him."
"You"ll just get right off to that peep hole," he was commanded.
"Ovanovitch can hand over the gun when he comes down. Should say he"ll not be long; that place upstairs don"t take long clearing. My! won"t this be a haul! I"ve done the firm in for a thousand pounds already during the past six weeks. Monday"s their day for banking, and I reckon we shall clear double the amount once we get this safe open. Get along, Spolikoff. Now, Admiral, put your back to it; we"ve a long job before us."
David breathed more easily as Henricksen gave up for the moment his quest for the revolver. Then he watched the two men creep into the tent again, and drag the side curtain still more round them. He waited till the glare of the flame once more reached his eyes, and then began to slide along to the far side of the bookcase. Bang! crash! A volume which had been resting unbeknown to him on the very edge of the desk toppled over at the movement, and went to the floor with a thud. Henricksen and his comrade darted from beneath their covering as if they had been shot.
"What was it? What was it?" the former asked breathlessly, evidently scared by the noise. "Something fell quite close to us. Look about."
But that was just exactly what they found a difficulty in doing, for they had again donned their smoked spectacles, and had had their flame playing on the safe. However, the "Admiral" dropped on to his knees and went groping about the floor close to the desk till his fingers came in contact with the fallen book. A low guffaw broke from him.
"Here"s what"s caused all the pother," he laughed. "In searching for that shooter you must have just balanced the book on the edge of the desk. Of course it went bang: it would do--just to scare us. Blessed if these gla.s.ses don"t bother a fellow. Even now I can"t see a thing; it"s all feeling. But it"s a book all right, no mistake about it."
Another growl came from Henricksen: he hated such interruptions. True, he had had to put up with them before in the course of his criminal career, but he imagined that by now he was hardened. It angered him to find himself so easily scared. For the moment, too, he was almost suspicious; the strange disappearance of his revolver, coupled with the fallen book, tended to alarm him.
"I"m jumpy to-night," he told himself, with an oath. "Fact is, if I am ever to be taken I"d fifty times rather have it elsewhere, and not here where I"m at home as it were. Come along, let"s get to at the job; it"ll take a couple of hours to work round this lock."
A couple of hours: then David had plenty of time before him. Should he stay where he was, and not risk further movement till matters had settled down a little?
To be absolutely candid regarding him, there was doubt in his mind on this occasion, doubt engendered by fear of what might happen. And who, remembering all the circ.u.mstances, could feel surprise? Where he was there was security. He had already had it proved to him that the back of the bookcase was an excellent hiding-place. Why not stay there in safety, then? Why not wait a little and see what turned up?
"Bah!"--he could have kicked himself--"Funking, are you?" he almost growled aloud. "Putting your tail between your legs because you are afraid of these men--afraid when you"ve got a revolver! Gurr!"
He flicked beads of perspiration from the corners of his eyes, and once more squeezed stealthily along behind the case. Yet again he caught the glare of the oxy-acetylene flame, while the gentle buzz of the jet struck upon his ear. Another motor car pa.s.sed in the street with a gurr and a blast from its horn; then there was silence. David reached the edge of the case, looked cunningly about him, and stole straightway to the door. He turned to watch the glare, and caught a glimpse of the "Admiral"s" leg as it showed beyond the curtain. Then he stared into the main portion of the store looking eagerly for Spolikoff, but without success.
"Got to dodge him," he told himself. "Got to reach the door and give the alarm. Supposing I do? What"ll happen?"
He was now some fifteen paces from the office, and stood for a few seconds considering the question. What would the burglars do once the alarm was given, and Constable Hemming had placed his key in the lock and thrown the door open?
[Ill.u.s.tration: BURGLARS AT THE STORE]
"It"s as clear as daylight," thought David. "They"ll run below right away. Perhaps they"ll shoot as they go. In any case, they"ll be out and away before the police can guess what they"re doing. I"ve got to put a stop to that."
He stole forward again in the direction of the door, wondering what course he ought to pursue; then, as if doubtful, he turned towards the entry to the stairway leading to the bas.e.m.e.nt.
"Why not?" he asked himself. "I"ll go down there and--"
His hair almost stood on end; his heart seemed to stop abruptly and his muscles felt paralysed all in one brief second; for a figure was coming towards him, a dusky figure, sidling silently across the floor; and in a flash he recognised the man. It was Spolikoff, the Russian, sent by Henricksen to keep watch and ward.
CHAPTER V
London"s Alien Criminals
If ever David Harbor had felt inclined to play the coward it was at the precise moment, on this adventurous night when he came so abruptly, and so unexpectedly, face to face with one of the men who were engaged in robbing his employers" store. Behind him, in the office, he had left Henricksen and the ruffian known as the "Admiral" busily engaged with their oxy-acetylene flame, eating a hole into the safe which they hoped and imagined was well filled with gold. Upstairs was the man Ovanovitch, clearing the cases of all their portable valuables, while here, on the main floor, was Spolikoff, a Russian--a man given naturally to deeds of violence--placed there to watch for the very police whom it was our hero"s object to summon. The very man from whom he wished to keep farthest away was stealing towards him in the semi-darkness.
David drew in a deep breath. His hand clutched the revolver he had managed to secure. With an effort he controlled his muscles.
"Run! Shout for help!" some one seemed to scream in his ear. "Steady,"
he told himself, summoning all his pluck. "Steady, my boy; play the game. No use bolting; he"ll be just as surprised as I am."
But, as it turned out, there was no question of surprise. While David was prepared for anything--to shoot at the man, to knock him to the ground with his fist, to rush over towards the door and bang upon it--Spolikoff sidled up to him, and spoke in a whisper that almost cloaked his foreign accent.
"That you, Admiral?" he asked. "They"ve pa.s.sed again, those policemen; but I didn"t signal. There"s no need; no one can see the glare now.