Frank released her hold and sprang toward the door. Before he reached it, it burst open, and the lame boy staggered in, looking white and scared.
At that moment a heavy body was heard falling down the stairs.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
UNDER THE CRUST OF A HUMAN HEART.
“What’s the matter?” asked Frank.
Little Jack dropped down on a chair, panting for breath.
“He—he followed me!” gasped the lame boy.
“He? Who?”
“My uncle.”
“Hicks?”