He returned to the hotel, making no further effort to throw the spy off his track. He found Browning lounging, smoking, and reading. Diamond and Rattleton had gone out. Ten minutes after entering his room, Frank approached the window, and looked out. In the doorway, on the opposite side of the street, was the same figure in black!
“Browning!”
“Huah?”
“Come here.”
“What’s the matter?” asked the big fellow lazily. “I’m in a blamed comfortable position.”
“I want you to come to this window a moment.”
Grumbling somewhat, Bruce dragged himself up, and walked heavily across the room.
“What is it?” he asked.
Frank flung open the window.
“Look out,” he directed.