“It is not unlikely. Does your guardian know that you have any suspicion of this?”
“He knows that I met an old friend of my father’s, and he may suspect that Mr. Franklin has told me this.”
“You certainly are in a difficult position,” said Nelson Sturgis thoughtfully. “Has anything happened since you arrived in Liverpool?”
In reply Bernard told the incident of the night before.
“I can’t understand why he wished to enter my room,” he concluded. “He would not dare attempt my life. Do you think so?”
“It is hard to tell what to think. If you have any fear as to sleeping in your own room to-night, you will be welcome to share mine. I occupy No. 15.”
“I will remember it, sir.”
When, at ten o’clock Bernard went up to bed, he was struck as he entered the chamber by one significant circumstance. The bureau had disappeared!