A SECRET IN SIGHT
"Mr. Prenter," asked Tom suddenly, "is there anything about which you wish to see me just now?"
"Not particularly," replied the treasurer. "Only, in view of late developments I'm going to remain about for the next few days, unless you order me out of the house. I want to be close to the trouble."
"Then, if I'm not needed," gaped Reade, "I'm going to turn in and steal a little sleep. I need rest."
"As I'm going to stay up to-night, Tom, and keep you company through the dark hours, I'm for the bale of lint, too," announced Lieutenant Prescott.
"At what hour shall I call you?" asked Harry.
"At eight o'clock to-night," answered Tom.
Refreshed by a few hours' sleep Tom and Dick were called, to find their supper ready. Nicolas stood behind their chairs, attentive to their needs.
Mr. Prenter remained out on the porch, but Harry sat at table with his friends.
"Has Mr. Bascomb put in an appearance here?" Tom inquired.