He looked up and down, but Allen was nowhere in sight.
"It is no use to try to follow him any farther to-night," thought the youth. "I may as well get home and get some sleep—but, no, I can't do that. I must find a new boarding house, and go under a different name for the present. One thing is sure. Mr. Allen can't gamble in that fashion with what he makes honestly. He and Hardwick are a couple of deep rogues, and that's all there is to it, and Dick Ferris and that Macklin are their tools."
It was now too late to hunt up a regular boarding place, and upon second thought Hal resolved for the present to put up at one of the cheap hotels.
This he did, and slept soundly until morning.
When he slouched into the office at ten o'clock, still wearing the false mustache and Jack McCabe's hat, Mr. Sumner did not at first recognize him.
"What do you want?" he asked, from the book-keeper's desk, where he was busy instructing the new man in his work.
"I wish to see you in private, sir," was Hal's reply, and he winked.
For a second Mr. Sumner was puzzled. Then he smiled and led the way to his private office.
"Hal, I hardly knew you!" he burst out, the instant the door was closed.
"I hardly know myself, Mr. Sumner," was the youth's reply.