“Well, I’ve done a smart trick!” he muttered. “I’ve let them get away after tracking them here! What would the Mystery say to that?”
“That you did well to track them so far,” murmured a voice, and the Mystery stepped out of a dark doorway within ten feet of him.
The appearance of the strange man gave Frank a start, despite his strong nerves.
“You?” he gasped. “How does it happen that you are here?”
“Do not ask questions now. You wish to know where those men went?”
“Yes.”
“This way.”
Mr. Noname drew Frank in at the doorway. They passed through a narrow passage, ascended a flight of stairs, descended another, and yet another, crossed a cemented cellar, ascended some stone steps, and came out into the little back yard of the café where the fight had taken place that day. Directly before Frank, beneath the gloomy trees, was the shattered door, now mended and standing in place.
“There is where you will find them,” asserted the Mystery; “but this door is closed now, and it is barred on the other side. Wait. I will pass to the other side and open it for you.”
“How can you do anything like——”