“All right,” assented Leonard. The hall was silent now and the last footfall had ceased sounding on the pavement below. He picked up his own robe and threw it over his present scanty costume. At that instant there was an impatient exclamation from Slim. “What the dickens is the matter with this door?” Slim demanded as he turned the knob and pulled. Then, “Look here, where’s the key?” he asked blankly. The key was always on the inside of the lock, but it plainly wasn’t there now. Slim and Leonard both looked about the floor. Then, together, they seized the knob and pulled hard. The door didn’t yield. “Locked!” said Leonard. Slim nodded, and a broad smile crept over his face. “Locked is right,” he chuckled. “The little varmints win the first trick, General!” “But how? There’s been no one here!” “Remember the fellow with the heavy tread? That’s who, I’ll bet. Got the tip from the fellow under the tree, or some other fellow, and made a lot of noise going upstairs and then came down again quiet and locked us in.” “But how could he have got the key without our hearing the door open or--” Leonard blinked. “I see! They put the key in the outside before we came home!” Slim nodded. “Or had it in their pocket. Well, we’ve got to get out somehow. There’s no use raising a riot, for no one will hear us, I guess. Perhaps if we yelled from the window-- But, shucks, I wouldn’t give those kids the satisfaction! If there was a transom--” “How about the window?” interrupted Leonard. “Rather a long drop, General, with a mighty hard landing. Wait a minute! What fellows of our class are in Haylow? Let’s see. Joe Conklin’s in Number 27, but that’s upstairs and on the back. He’d never hear us. He’s probably on his way, too. Who else is there?” “Wharton, in 4,” said Leonard. “Let’s raise a row and see if anything happens.” They did and nothing did happen. After several minutes of shouting and thumping on the door and banging on the floor with a shoe they gave it up. “Looks now,” said Slim, “like I wasn’t so smart in deciding to wait! We’d have been wiser if we’d started earlier!” He crossed to the window, threw it wide and looked down. “I guess I can do it,” he murmured. Then he glanced to the right and said, “Huh, never thought of that!” Leonard, a shoe in one hand, was still staring perplexedly at the door when Slim summoned him. “Give me a hand here, General,” called Slim. “It’s only about five feet to the next window, and I can make it easy.” Slim wriggled out of his robe and kicked off his slippers. Leonard followed him through the window and they stood together on the broad ledge, each with a hand hooked under the sash. “Glad those fresh kids aren’t here to see this,” commented Slim. “Get hold of my wrist and hold it close in to the wall. If anything happens, son, let go. Don’t try to hold me. But I’ll make it. All right!”