The Missing Tin Box: or, The Stolen Railroad Bonds. Stratemeyer Edward

ter call der cop an' have yer tuk to der hospital when yer give a gulp an' opened yer eyes."

      "While you were sitting here did you notice anybody leave the building?"

      Jack scratched his head.

      "I t'ink I did."

      "What kind of a person was it?"

      "A man."

      "Heavy sort of a chap?"

      "I t'ink he was. I didn't pay much attention ter him on account o' havin' you on my hands."

      "Where did the man come from?"

      "Der back o' der building."

      "You didn't notice which way he went?"

      "Up toward der East River."

      "That way?"

      "Yes."

      "Thank you. Don't let me keep you any longer. Maybe I'll be up to see you soon."

      "Glad ter have yer, 'specially if ye git dat seven dollar job fer me."

      And with a broad laugh Jack McCabe hurried on.

      Hal turned into the building, and walked toward the rear. A ladder stood lashed to the back wall. The youth hesitated, and then mounted to the floor above.

      A near-by electric light cast its rays full into the open front. Over the beams were placed a number of loose boards, and on these the snow, which had been swept in by the wind, lay to the depth of several inches.

      Taking care that he should not slip through an opening, Hal examined the surface of the snow with great care.

      It was not long before he came to a number of foot-prints leading to a pile of bricks close to the front.

      The foot-prints was fresh, and looked as if they had been made by a man's boot.

      The last of them were at a spot that commanded a good view of the sidewalk below. Hal looked down, and then shuddered.

      Was it possible that Hardwick had pushed those bricks down upon him?

      "It looked so," murmured Hal to himself. "I must be more cautious in the future. He must have seen me when I started to hide behind the bill-board."

      Hal descended the ladder, and was soon upon the street once more.

      He thought over the situation, and then started for his boarding-house, satisfied that it would do no good to search farther for the book-keeper that night.

      As has been mentioned, the boarding-house was up in Tenth Street. Hal soon walked the distance, and, getting out his night-key, he let himself in.

      He was about to ascend to his room, and wash up a bit before going to supper, when the sounds of voices broke upon his ear, coming from the parlor.