![]() At one time, he thought he heard a faint crackling of leaves and twigs, but when he paused to catch the sound more distinctly, he realized it was probably just a bird in the upper branches of the oaks.īreathing with tense, suppressed gasps, he reached up for higher branches and began to scale the creeper like a ladder. Every now and then he stopped to listen for dogs, but the whole estate was buried deep in darkness and silence. Gene skirted along the southern side of the house, almost as far as the gravel drive that came from the main gateway. He pushed his way through a tangled screen of bushes, and found himself on the very edge of the copse, with a wide stretch of lawn between him and the Semple mansion. Maybe if he was- quiet enough he wouldn't wake them. There was still- no sign of the dogs, and he wondered if they were asleep. It took him ten minutes to make his way through the scrubby copse that led towards the house. "But it depends where it's directed, don't you think?" The lighted window was now only two or three feet away, and he could hear voices more distinctly and the creak of floorboards as someone walked around in the room. He pressed on it with more weight, and then decided to try his luck and stand on it with both feet with his full 192 pounds. Further along it was rusted through, but from the verandah roof to the bay window it looked as if it was reasonably intact. At last he was able to reach out his left foot and cautiously test the guttering.
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