“I’ll show you in the library,” was all Roy’s reply, then recollecting that the girls would be anxious to hear his report, he hurried out and down the stairs.
Eva and Jess were still standing by the newel post.
“Well?” they asked in a breath.
“It was only the old clock Rex knocked down. Mr. Keeler has gone up to bed.”
“Did you tell Rex?”
“No, not yet. Here he comes now.”
Eva went out and showed her brother where to deposit the contents of the newspaper. Then she brought him back into the library and pointed out the portrait of Martin Blakesley.
Rex understood at once what it meant, for he had been looking at the book.
“Whew!” he brought out this low whistle and then glanced from one to the other of his companions.
“You think it is the same man then?” said Roy.