CHAPTER XXIV

THE LAUNDRY YARD LARRY paced the dormitory, sick with fear, terrified as he had never been before. He had searched the house from roof to cellar, had explored dusty and dark corners of which the occupants of Todd’s Home were unacquainted; but searchings and questionings produced nothing—nothing! Within half an hour a cordon of plain-clothes men had been drawn round the house, and Larry had been relieved from the dormitory and set free to conduct his search elsewhere. “There is no communication between this house an…