THE NIGHT HUNTERSInspector Cranley gave an involuntary exclamation of surprise, and the young policeman’s hand went to the butt of his revolver.
“Yes,” said Allingham. “I rather fancy the eight-twenty should serve his purpose. Perhaps you’d better choose your chairs now. We shall have to sit perfectly still presently.”
“But what’s he coming for?” asked Cranley.
“To murder me,” replied Allingham. “Now, arrange your chairs so that they aren’t visible from the window. I’m the only person who must be seen.”
While they obeyed these directions Allingham opened the window near the desk, and drew down the blind to within a few inches of the sill. The other blind he drew down completely. Then he took a candle from his pocket, lighted it, and after melting the end of it with the match flames, st
