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WITH a nod and a smile Doveluck vanished, leaving Omley alone. He could hear the noise of tramping footsteps overhead. Presently the front door opened and closed gently, and the artist knew that he was more or less alone in the house. He had deemed it discreet to say nothing himself to Doveluck about the two prisoners. It would be as well to maintain silence on that point. When he had assured himself that Doveluck and his wife had departed, he walked quietly upstairs and turned the key in the door.
"Here I am," he said. "There is no necessity for further caution.