Alan crept up to the Turber place. He heard the clock chime ten. An Italian settlement lay in a fringe along the east side of the hospital grounds. The main gateway was there. Alan skirted to the west. A cemetery lay on the west slope of the hill, with a narrow road like a trail bordering the high iron fence. It was all dark along here; but Alan remembered that the tennis courts were in this far corner. According to Charlie there should be a small gate somewhere here in the fence. Would Charlie keep his word? Alan, in talking to me, had seemed confident. But he was hardly that. Everything that Charlie had said might be the wanderings of an unhinged mind; the boy might have forgotten it all by now. Abruptly Alan came to a small iron door in the fence. A dark figure stood behind it. "Charlie?" "Yes." "Alone?" "Yes." "Let me in." The door swung inward. Alan slipped through; closed it carefully. "Where's the key, Charlie?" "Here." "You keep it. We'll leave this unlocked--when I'm gone you can lock it after me." "Yes." Alan could just make out Charlie's figure at the edge of the tennis court. "No trouble getting out here, Charlie?" "No." "Nobody saw you? Sure?" "Nobody. I'm supposed to be in bed. I was, but I got up--look how I'm dressed." He moved to where a yellow glint from a lighted window of the near-by building fell upon him. He wore a long dark dressing gown. "And my brown tennis shoes, see? Dark clothes for dark deeds at night!" Alan seized him. "Come out of that light! Shall we go to your room first? Wait for the place to get to sleep?" "Yes. I can get you there. A side door--I know where it is." They started, along the edge of the court, then under the shadowy trees of the lawn. "Won't they lock the side door at night, Charlie?" "They did, already. It's a spring lock--I opened it from the inside and left it unlatched." There seemed, even at this early hour, few lights about the building. "Almost all in bed," Charlie whispered. "All but the doc. He never goes to bed." Charlie knew where the girl's room was. The Indian was on guard there across the hall. But Alan felt that there was no reason why the girl's door should be watched too closely. They could not anticipate any one's trying to get her out. That Indian would relax by midnight; probably would go to sleep in his own room, with his hall door open so that he could hear if the girl made any disturbance. Charlie and Alan came to a small entryway at the ground level. "Are the halls empty?" "Yes. Nobody will see us. They're dark, too, at night. If you want to go to my room first--" "I do." There was a dim night light in this small inside hallway. It showed Charlie with rumpled hair, white face and gleaming eyes. He was shaking with excitement. "Come on. What's that you're carrying?" the boy asked.