Ronicky Doone knew that Harry Morgan, his victim, had at last recovered and managed to work the cords off his feet or hands, or both.
Ronicky stepped back close to the door of the closet and waited.

It would mean a search, probably, this discovery that Morgan had been struck down in his own room by an unknown intruder.

And a search certainly would be started at once.

First there was confusion, and then a clear, musical man's voice began to give orders: "Harrison, take the cellar.

Lefty, go up to the roof.