'I've never seen a burglar caught red-handed.' 'This isn't a burglary, my dear.

I calculate it's something far worse than a burglary.' 'What ?' she cried.

'Murder?
Arson?
Dynamite plot?
How perfectly splendid!' 'Mr Babylon informs me that Jules is in London,' said Racksole quietly.
'Jules!' she exclaimed under her breath, and her tone changed instantly to the utmost seriousness.

'Switch off the light, quick!' Springing to the switch, she put the cellar in darkness.
'What's that for ?' said her father.
'If he comes back he would see the light, and be frightened away,' said Nella.

'That wouldn't do at all.' 'It wouldn't, Miss Racksole,' said Babylon, and there was in his voice a note of admiration for the girl's sagacity which Racksole heard with high paternal pride.
'Listen, Nella,' said the latter, drawing his daughter to him in the profound gloom of the cellar.