Watkins dropped the trunk and at a signal from his companion was gone.
The obedient Watkins sidled in and stopped with head averted from Gladwin, who started with surprise at seeing him.
"Stop that man," cried the thief, pointing to Watkins, "he's trying to get out of here with a trunkful of pictures."
"Don't bother with him, Watkins," snarled the big fellow, as he noted his companion's complexion run through three shades of yellow.
The young man spun half a dozen times as he reeled across the carpet and he had to use both hands to stop himself against a big onyx table. As he pulled himself up standing he saw that Watkins had lifted the trunk on his shoulders and was headed for the hallway.