Chapter Four
Wire Jacket
We were not more than a dozen paces from the lamp when we heard the thudding of the motor.
The car was backing out!
It was a desperate moment, for it seemed that we could not fail to be discovered and Estephe Bernard began to look about him for a hiding place - a quest which I seconded with equal anxiety.
And Fate was kind to us.
Doubly kind as after events revealed.
A wooden gate broke the expanse of wall hard upon the right, and, as the result of some recent accident, a ragged gap had been torn in the panels close to the top. The chain of the padlock hung loosely; and in a second Bernard was up with his foot in this as in a stirrup. He threw his arm over the top and drew himself upright. A second later he was astride the broken gate.
“Hurry, Corliss!” he
