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Moving more silently than the men were, he left his bedroom and tiptoed to the spare room at the top of the stairs. It wasn't quite pitch-dark, and in the ghostly gray predawn light he could see the old treadle sewing machine. He'd been through the room thoroughly only hours before, but he'd forgotten the compartment at the side . He heard one of them say quietly, "Come on. I can hear the milkman down the road."
"It's not here, though," said the other voice. "We'll have to look upstairs."
"Go on, then. Don't hang about."of the sewing machine, where all the patterns and bobbins were kept.He felt for it delicately, listening all the while. The men were moving about downstairs, and Will could see a dim flicker of light that might have been a flashlight at the edge of the door.Then he found the catch of the compartment and clicked it open, and there, just as he'd known it would be, was the leather writing case.And now what could he do? He crouched in the dimness, heart pounding, listening hard.The two men were in the hall downstairs