Thecellwasalittlewhite-washedroomabouttwelvefeetlongandsixfeetwide。Ononesideofitwasasortofshelfslopingalittletowardsthewall。Onthisweretworugs，stripedblueandyellow，andawater-proofpillow。Rolledintherugs，andwithhisheadonthepillow，laytheburglar，fastasleep。（Hehadhadhistea，thoughthisthechildrendidnotknow——ithadcomefromthecoffee-shoproundthecorner，inverythickcrockery。）Thescenewasplainlyrevealedbythelightofagas-lampinthepassageoutside，whichshoneintothecellthroughapaneofthickglassoverthedoor。
’Ishallgaghim，’saidCyril，’andRobertwillholdhimdown。
AntheaandJaneandthePhoenixcanwhispersoftnothingstohimwhilehegraduallyawakes。’
Thisplandidnothavethesuccessitdeserved，becausetheburglar，curiouslyenough，wasmuchstronger，eveninhissleep，thanRobertandCyril，andatthefirsttouchoftheirhandsheleaptupandshoutedoutsomethingveryloudindeed。
Instantlystepswereheardoutside。Antheathrewherarmsroundtheburglarandwhispered——