Frank got quickly to his feet and hurried from the alley. Glancing in both directions, he saw a man coming toward him. The lad hurried up and accosted the man in French.
The latter shook his head, signifying that he did not understand.
Frank tried again, this time in German. The man nodded. He could understand.
“Did you see anything of two men, a man and a boy?” asked Frank.
“I saw one man,” was the reply. “He seemed to be carrying another figure. Whether it was that of a man or a boy I could not tell.”
“Where did he go?” demanded Frank eagerly.
“Into that house there,” said the man pointing.
Frank did not waste any further words. He dashed forward, unheeding the cries of the Russian. The latter stared at the hurrying lad for some moments and then ran after him.
“The boy is going to get himself in trouble,” said the Russian. “I may be able to help him.”
At the foot of the steps Frank paused, for it had struck him suddenly that it would be very foolish to climb the steps and ring the bell, as he had first thought of doing. As the lad hesitated, the Russian joined him.