CHAPTER XXVII.
A GHOST.
Although our two friends had made their escape for the time being, they were by no means in an enviable position, for it must be confessed that midnight on the roof of an unknown house is not very delightful. Iron Jaws and Fanfar had accomplished a miracle of strength and audacity, but what were they to do next?
"I must say that I should like a few hours of rest," said Gudel.
"Yes, and we must have a little talk, but where I know not."
Fanfar's tone struck his friend as being rather depressed.
"What is it?" said Gudel. "You have had encounters with the police before, and will have again, I imagine."
"It is not that; but first we will walk over these roofs, to the end."