Harry seized the glasses. The object of his search had disappeared.
"Are you sure about it, Bruce?"
"Positive," Bruce declared. "Do you remember when the creature ran off through the woods, last Monday? It seemed to hop along the ground. I recognized that stride just now."
"I see something," remarked Harry. "A man outside the building. A man with a gray shirt. Chefano wore a gray flannel shirt when we saw him. It may be Chefano. He's gone now."
They took turns watching through the glasses, but neither saw any further motion near the ruins of the old mansion. They decided to descend.
"It's the meeting place, all right," declared Bruce as they walked down the path. "The old lane must be close to Mountain Pike. We went past it without noticing it. That's why we missed the man the other night. If we'd waited for the bus, we would have seen him."
The more they considered the matter, the more positive they were that they had located the place they sought. To make sure, they drove up Ridge Road and found the abandoned lane. Leaving the car, they walked cautiously along until they discovered the iron fence, which was constructed of iron bars, pointed at the top.
"Stop!" whispered Harry. "Look along the fence, Bruce."
On the other side of the pickets stood the ape-faced man. The creature's clawlike hands gripped the bars. Its head turned, and it saw the two men in the lane.
With an ugly snarl the brute ran along behind the fence until it neared the intruders.