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Seated up there in the loft in darkness and silence, Vincent laid a warning hand on Joe Biddle's arm, and then together they stole quietly down the steel ladder and thence, lighted by a torch, made the opening. Just before they reached it, Vincent's eye lighted on the compact frame of the motor cycle that gleamed with all its parts shining in the thin ray from the torch.
-"Just one moment, Joe," Vincent said. "I have a sort of brain-wave. All sorts of ideas came into my mind when we were listening to those scoundrels. You lift the cycle off the stand and wheel it into the garden. Then you can hide it in the bushes and forget all about it. I want to cut off one line of retreat if I can."