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His friend nodded, listening to the sound of blows battering the

outer door. "They'll have it down in another minute. We've got to

burn the wind seven ways for Sunday."

"What I'd like to know is whether there are two entrances to this

rat-trap. Do you happen to know, Nell?" asked Fraser of his

sister.

"Three," she answered promptly. "There's a back door into the

court and a trap-door to the roof. That's the way I came."

"And it's the way we'll go. I might a-known you'd know all about

it give you a quarter of a chance," her brother said admiringly.

"We'll duck through the roof and let Mr. Dunke hold the sack.

Lead the way, sis."

She guided them along another passageway and up some stairs to

the second story. The trap-door that opened to the flat roof was

above the bed about six feet. Neill caught the edges of the

narrow opening, drew himself up, and wriggled through. Fraser

lifted his sister by the waist high enough for Larry to catch her

hands and draw her up.