"I can see into the kitchen from here," whispered Sam. "Look!"
They looked, and by the light of a big bracket lamp, made out two men and a boy moving about the kitchen, evidently preparing the evening meal. The door to the next room was open, and they caught a glimpse of several men at a table eating, or waiting to be served.
"I'd like to know if Dan Baxter is in that crowd," said Dick.
They watched the scene for several minutes, but if the former bully of Putnam Hall was present he did not show himself. Then a curtain was drawn down, shutting off their view.
They next moved to the bedroom window, and there beheld a man lying on a couch, smoking a pipe. He seemed to be a refined individual, with a clean-shaven face and curly black hair.
"He doesn't look as if he belonged to this crowd," was Dick's comment.
"He looks as if he might be a thorough gentleman."
"He certainly looks like a city man," answered Sam. "Perhaps he has come to see this Sack Todd on business."
"Perhaps."
They watched the man for several minutes and saw him get a letter from his pocket and read it attentively. Then he closed his eyes as if to take a nap, throwing his pipe on a chair.
"Whoever he is, he is making himself at home," observed the youngest
Rover.