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intervals.

"Can't get it off," Ed said.

A crack and a clatter.

"Got it off now," Ed said.

"Oh, he's slick all right," Ed said.

There came exploratory taps on glass.

"At the library window," Ed said.

"Did you unlock it?"

"I thought Ed was going to do that, Chief."

"Did you, Ed?"

"No, Chief. I thought Ed was supposed to."

"He'll never get in. Ed, see if you can unlock it without
him seeing-"

A crash of glass.

"Never mind, he's got it open. You can always trust a pro."

The window creaked up; there were scrapes and grunts as the
midnight intruder climbed through When he finally stood upright
in the library, his silhouette against the beam of the pin spot
was apelike. He looked around uncertainly for some time, and at
last began searching aimlessly through drawers and cupboards.

"He'll never find it," Ed whispered. "I told you we should
of put a sign under the dial, Chief."

"No, trust an old pro. See? What'd I tell you? He's spotted
it. All set now?"

"Don't you want to wait for him to crack it, Chief?"

"Catch him red-handed."

"For God's sake, that safe's burglar proof. Come on now.
Ready? Go!"

The library was flooded with light. The thief started back
from the concealed safe in consternation, to find himself