Naturally Oliver's curiosity was excited by what he heard. Passing the speakers, he scanned the man of whom they had been conversing.
It was Denton—the man who had been so friendly to Nicholas Bundy and himself.
"I was right in distrusting him," he thought. "He is a dangerous man. Now, what shall I do?"
Oliver decided not to tell Mr. Bundy immediately of what he had heard; but, for his own part, he decided to watch carefully, lest Denton might attempt in any way to injure them.
CHAPTER XXXIII.
A MIDNIGHT ATTACK.
O LIVER and his guardian retired about ten o'clock. Mr. Bundy was not long in going to sleep. Unlike Oliver, he had no care or anxiety on his mind. As we have said, he was not a man to harbor suspicion.
With our hero it was different. He knew the real character of Denton, and could not help fancying that he must have some personal object in bringing them to this house, and installing them in a room adjoining his own.
Oliver carefully locked the door, leaving the key in the lock. There was but one door, and this led into the hall.
"Now," thought our hero, "Denton can't get in except through the keyhole."