In the meanwhile attendants had gone to the patient in room twenty-eight and had quieted him. Dr. Hardman reached his office, and waited for Frank to appear. He thought the boy was following him. When several minutes had passed and Frank did not come the doctor sent for one of the attendants.
"Where is that new boy?" he asked.
"The last I saw of him was when he was going down the side stairs."
"The side stairs! I told him to come with me. He must have run away. Quick! Have a search made, and report to me!" As the attendant hurried away Dr. Hardman exclaimed:
"I see it all now. Why was I so foolish as to engage him without making some inquiries or asking his name. I wonder why I didn't recognize him that night I hired him. As soon as I saw him in the room without the glasses I knew I had seen his face before. It was in the woods that day. That boy was Frank Roscoe. I hope they catch him!"
In a little while the attendant came back to report there was no trace of Frank.
"We must give number twenty-eight a new room," said Dr. Hardman. "Change him to the north wing, and put him on the top floor."
The attendant left to carry out the instructions, and Dr. Hardman sat down in his office chair, obviously ill at ease.
"I should have been more careful," he murmured. "Well, it may not be too late yet. I will take all precautions."
Meanwhile Frank was hurrying away from the sanitarium. Having to leave so suddenly he had no time to go to his room for his belongings, and the clothes he wore were the only things he brought away with him. However, he did not mind that, as he was busy planning many things.