Just an instant later, however, this impossible feat was explained. The
submarine boy found himself at the street-end of a narrow alley between
two brick buildings.
"He has gone into the rear house, at the end of the alleyway," decided
Benson, peering down this narrow thoroughfare. "He has left the door
partly open, too. I'll have to have a look-in."
As he stole down the alley-way Jack Benson was too sensible, and by this
time, too much experienced in the ways of a rougher world, not to suspect
that there might be some trap in that door partly open. "He may have
seen me, and may have left that door open on purpose," Benson reflected.
"He may be lying in wait for me, inside. Or else he may have left that
door open, just to make me suspect a trap and keep out. In the meantime,
he may be slipping through a door on the other side of the house, and
sneaking away from me."
For a few seconds Jack Benson paused thoughtfully on the step just
outside the door that was partly ajar.
"I may walk into a trap, by going inside, or I may be letting that
wretch walk out of one by staying out here," wavered Benson, torn
between two impulses.
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