“Yes.”
“All right. Then we may as well go. Remember, do not speak to Stephan as you go out. It might spoil everything.”
The men arose, and made their way from the room, without noticing the lads.
The latter, being sure they were gone, arose to their feet and followed.
“Careful,” whispered Frank, as they ascended the stairs.
CHAPTER XIX.
THE PLOTTERS FOILED.
When the conspirators passed through the tobacco shop they did not even glance toward the counter, and therefore did not notice the absence of the shopkeeper. Had they done so, there probably would have been a different story to tell.
Frank and Jack, once outside the store, breathed easier, and followed the conspirators at what they deemed a safe distance, nevertheless keeping close enough upon their heels not to lose sight of them should they turn into some place suddenly.
“Lucky for us they didn’t see what we did to the proprietor of that shop,” said Jack.
“I should say so,” replied Frank.