CHAPTER XIV
The meal over, Charlie Swift took out a pencil and paper. “Now,” said he. “To business!”
Samuel pulled up his chair and the other drew a square. “This is a house I’ve been studying. It’s on a corner—these are streets, and here’s an alley. This is the side door that Ithink I can open. There’s a door here and one in back here. Fix all that in your mind.”
“I have it,” said the boy.
“You go in, and here’s the entrance hall. The front stairs are here. What I’m after is the family plate, and it’s up on the second floor. I’ll attend to that. The only trouble is that over here beyond the library there’s a door, and, somebody sleeps in that room. I don’t know who it is. But I want you to stay in the hall, and if there’s anyone stirs in that room you’re to dart upstairs and giveone w
