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Page 83
"Wait a minute!" came from the other man, as Matlock Styles was on the
point of coming out of the vault.
"What do you want?"
"I want to get some of that new paper."
"Oh, you can get there after we have caught our man."
"I'll take it now--it won't take a minute."
The man pushed his way into the vault. He took hold of a box. Then he
suddenly backed away.
"He's in there!" he gasped.
"In there? Where?"
"There--on the shelf! Look out!"
"Ha! So he is!" ejaculated Matlock Styles. He, too, leaped back.
"I've got him, too, the skunk!"
Both of the counterfeiters leaped into the passageway. Adam Adams came
down from the shelf. But the movement was not swift enough. As he
leaped towards the iron door, it was banged shut in his face. Then the
combination knob was twirled around.
"Ha! ha! That's the time we caught you like a rat in a trap!" sang out
the Englishman in triumph.
"Sure it was our man?" queried his companion. "I didn't get a very
good look."
"Yes, it was our man, the bloody villain!"
"He's a slick one!"
"So he is--but he'll not get away again. Go and tell the others that
it is all right--that we have him," went on Matlock Styles.
"You are sure he can't get out of there?"
"Not in a hundred years! He'd have to blast his way out to do it."
"Then it's all right," returned the other man, and walked away up the
flight of stone steps.
"Now, then, you have come to the end of your rope, you bloomin', bloody
rascal!" cried Matlock Styles, when he was left alone in front of the
vault. "You'll not get out of there until I open the door."
"Styles, supposing we talk this matter over?" suggested Adam Adams, as
calmly as he could.
"Talk it over? What do you mean?"
"Let me out, and I'll explain."
"I'll not let you out."
"It won't do you any good to keep me in here."
"I know better."
"Don't think that I am alone on this case, for I am not. If you harm
me, you'll take the consequences."
"Bah! You can't scare me! I'm not a baby. If you weren't alone, some
of your chums would be after you long ago. You thought to run me and
my gang down single-handed, and have your praises sung in every
bloomin' newspaper of the country! I know your kind. But I've got you
now like a rat in a trap. And you'll get out like the rat does--after
he's dead."
"You won't talk then?"
"No--at least, not now. Perhaps I'll talk later. But I'll not give
you your liberty," and thus speaking Matlock Styles tried the door of
the vault, to make certain that it was secure, and walked away.
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