When he
turned on the lights, however, he was easier in his mind, for
there was the sleeping figure he had hoped to find.
In a moment, however, his eyes fell upon a heap of clothing lying
across a chair near the head of the bed. Those were not the clothes
Fremont had worn. These were soiled and torn. Whose were they,
then, and how was it that they were there?
He shook the sleeper lightly and a dust-marked face was lifted
from the sheltering bed-clothes. But the face was not that of
Fremont, but of Jimmie McGraw. Nestor started back in wonder.
How had the boy come there, and where was Fremont? Had he been
taken by the police? Was he already on his way back to the tombs?
Then Jimmie sprang out of bed with a grin on his face.
CHAPTER VI.
TWO BLACK BEARS IN TROUBLE.
Left alone in his room by the departure of Nestor, Fremont
busied himself for a time with the newspapers which his
friend had brought in. On the first page of the evening
newspaper he found the source of Nestor's information
concerning the movements of the police.
The story, under a New York date line, was highly colored,
the reporter taking advantage of every strange happening
to bring in paragraphs of what he doubtless termed "local
color." From first to last, every clue was bent and twisted
so as to point to the guilt of the boy. It seemed that some
cunning enemy was directing the reporters.
It was stated that Fremont had been seen in the building
earlier in the evening, and that the night watchman had
"reluctantly" admitted that he had heard high words passing
between Mr.
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