Chapter VII.—The Workers in the Night.Guildford had spoken the exact truth when he had told the others that he was in a hurry to get home, but he had lied when he had said he was anxious to get to his bed, for bed was the last thing he was thinking of then. Between midnight and the early hours of the morning he was intending to make an excursion to Bascoigne's Crowborough residence, and effecting an entry somehow, open the safe that the latter had once mentioned contained half a million of Treasury Bonds, payable-to-bearer.
Upon Bascoigne's invitation he had paid one visit to The Pines and had then noted with silent appreciation that it contained not a few valuable articles of an easily negotiable nature. But it was the bonds he was after, and with the eyes of an expert who knew a good de
