There, he tried two keys. One of
them fitted the lock.
"Ah! good!" he murmured, "that simplifies the business wonderfully.
But before I commence work I had better arrange for my retreat.
Let me see....have I had sufficient time to rouse the doctor
and be dismissed by him? Not yet....a few minutes more."
At the end of ten minutes, he descended the stairs, grumbling
noisily about the doctor. The concierge opened the door for him
and heard it click behind him. But the door did not lock, as the
man had quickly inserted a piece of iron in the lock in such a
manner that the bolt could not enter. Then, quietly, he entered
the house again, unknown to the concierge. In case of alarm, his
retreat was assured. Noiselessly, he ascended to the fifth floor
once more. In the antechamber, by the light of his electric
lantern, he placed his hat and overcoat on one of the chairs, took
a seat on another, and covered his heavy shoes with felt slippers.
"Ouf! Here I am--and how simple it was! I wonder why more people do
not adopt the profitable and pleasant occupation of burglar. With
a little care and reflection, it becomes a most delightful
profession.
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