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There was a clicking sound, and the glare of a dark-lantern struck my

blinking eyes.

"Pick up the candle, sir," said the tranquil voice from behind the

light.

I obeyed readily enough. Fate was downright cruel to us. Not a dozen

feet away was liberty; and now we were back at the beginning again,

with the end nowhere in sight.

"Shall I light it, sir?" I asked, not to be outdone in the matter of

formal politeness.

"Yes, sir, doubtless you will need it."

I struck a match and touched the candle-wick.

"Burglar?" said I. (For all my apparent coolness, my heart-beats were

away up in the eighties!) The girl snuggled close to my side. I could feel her heart beating

even faster than mine.

"Burglar?" I repeated.

"Indeed, no, sir,"--reproachfully. "Mine is a political job."

"A political job?"--thunderstruck.

"Yes, sir; I am an inspector of cellars,"--grimly. "I couldn't get

around to this here cellar earlier in the day, sir, and a fellow's work

must be done."

Here was a burglar with the sense of humor.

"What can I do for you?" I asked blandly.

"Firstly, as they say, you might tell me what you and this lady are

doing in this lonesome cellar."

"Say 'sir,' when you address me."

"Yes, sir."

"The lady and I were playing hide-and-seek."

"Nice game, sir,"--grinning. "Were you trying to hide under the coal?"

"Oh, no; I was merely exploring it."

"Say 'sir,' when you address me."

"Sir."

"You're a cool hand, sir."

"I am gratified to learn that our admiration is mutual. But what are

you doing here?"

"I was ascertaining if the law was properly observed, sir," shaking

with silent laughter.

"But what puzzles me," I went on, "is the fact that you could gather

the gems in that garb." For I was positive that this was the Galloping

Dick every one was looking for.

"I don't understand a word you say, sir. I'm an inspector of cellars,

sir, not a jeweler. So you and the lady was playing hide-and-seek?

Come, now, what is your graft? Is all the push here to-night?"

"That depends,"--cursing under my breath that I wore a gown which

hampered my movements. For, truth to tell, I was watching him as a cat

watches a mouse.