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Bats in the Wall; or, The Mystery of Trinity Church-yard

Chapter 8 THE SECRET OF THE IRON DOOR.

Word Count: 1719    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

most suspicious circumstances on the very spot where a great crime had been committed, he accompani

meaning of these s

nd of the two boys who had detained her beneath th

d not

form even the

request to examine the signature book of the bank had never entered

not the whole affair bear the appearanc

he was aware, the boy, in spite of his misfor

of their way to plot against an ind

that question to his troubled mind, heard above the hea

or advancing before him to ascertain it

to escape had never once enter

un with any hope of distancing his purs

ly well would only add to the appearance of guilt, qui

nity church-yard wall, when Frank, also looking about, perceived close by his side one of the great iron doors, of

and as often had carelessly wondered what

l, his mind being occupied by his unfortunate situation, and hi

ddenly perceived the iron door softly open to a

plainly visible by the light of a street lamp

hat of a bootblack who had every afternoon for more than a year p

extended his hand and silent

ied but the space of an instant must be distinctly understood, and yielding to an uncontrollable impulse, without the s

iselessly closed behind him,

up several steps, and opening a second door of iron like the first

ectfully. "I tought I could do it, an' I have. I'd

, ain't you?" demanded Frank, glan

a table with dishes upon it, a lamp burning in their midst, a chair or two standin

ladder leading up toward the vaulted brick arch above their heads, down w

uch a sound as that which a heavy ston

he ladder to the floor of

puzzled the worthy Schneider. "He's running up and down the wall, swearing every Dutch swear he knows. An' dis

ot I've been a-shinin' of fer more nor a year, you bet. They've jest been a-playin' it

ank, regarding the boys and their strange s

Mr. Mansfield, and put up the job with Cutts, the detective to get you into a hole.

on me! What

ose somebody's a-payin' of him. We fellers seen the bank robbers go out, an' one of de bats is a-follerin' of 'e

t drew out a small tin box filled with a number of documents, which he emptied upon the table a

er to go back on you. The boss of de gang dropped 'em, an' me an' Sandy picked 'em up. An' we didn't say n

National Bank" in black le

ivate documents, intrusted for safe-keeping to the bank, whic

unded for joy as

ery, then with the aid of their testimony, and this box to corroborate it

hat do you know of the robbery of the bank? Tell me all about

ck, with the air of one who had suddenly attained greatness, and was f

to live in dis here snug little hole than to sleep on the trucks when the winter-time comes on. Ter-night, as Sandy an' me an

cried Frank, tremb

was a-comin' down Rector street just as

ive 'em the bat-call, wot we gives to de fell

ound the corner, an' the foremost of t

is intended robbery, and planned to have suspicion throw

entiously. "Hold up fer a minute, an

nsfield fail

ed hands would allow him, opened the one nearest the edge of the t

was

e must be s

was all down in

the age of twenty-two, all of the property herein described, the exact location of w

my hand

iah Ma

tne

h Call

ry S

ork,

rs back, and on the very day preceding the old gentleman's death,

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