He was listening intently, and heard a scuffle of feet, then hurried footsteps died away and a door slammed somewhere.
Deep silence followed.
Then the horror of the situation burst upon Ted, The house had been deserted by the only living creature, except himself, who was left to starve to death in this prison, with a dead man in the next room.
One or the other of the two men who had held him captive had done murder and escaped with the stolen money.
Ted lay speculating which was dead and which had escaped, but he could make nothing of it.
The night dragged wearily on for Ted could not sleep, for thinking of the dead man in the next room, and his own precarious position.
He reviewed the chances of his being rescued. They were very slim, indeed.
Bud and Chief Desmond would start a hunt for him about the city, but would not find him, and no one would think of looking for him in this deserted house.
But at last the night passed, and Ted watched with a grateful heart the gradual dawning of the day.
At last it was light enough to see, and he looked around the room.