Frank shook his head.
“What about Paul?” he asked. “Can he remember anything?”
“I wish I could,” said the unfortunate youth, with a sigh. “But it’s all so hazy. As soon as I saw that man’s face in the light I knew I had met him before, and that he was an enemy of mine. But I can’t grasp any details. I flashed the light on him as he was getting out of the window.”
“That’s how I happened to see him,” said Frank, in explanation, “and how I knew him to be the mysterious man.”
“Did he touch you?” asked Andy.
“No,” answered Paul, “though I don’t know what he might have done if I hadn’t awakened as I did.”
“Did he take anything of yours from the room?” asked Mr. Racer.
“I haven’t anything of my own, except the clothes I wore when the boys rescued me, so he couldn’t get anything.”
“But you said he was at the bureau,” went on Frank.
“Nothing is missing from there,” said Mrs. Racer quickly.