For who looks for treachery in high places, or in those from whom only loyalty is most naturally expected?
The catlike eyes had lost their greenish glow, and the brick-hued head was again bowed above the books, when Nick and Chief Weston came striding through the passage and out of the enclosure.
Nick did not delay his departure any longer, and without a word to the clerk, Chief Weston returned to his private office.
It was then one o’clock.
Five minutes later the head clerk came in from lunch, and Sandy Hyde at once laid down his pen and began putting on his street coat.
The next hour was his own—and he thought he knew how he could best use it.
CHAPTER XI.
THE INCENTIVE TO TREACHERY.
Ten minutes after leaving police headquarters Sandy Hyde might have been seen slinking across the Tremont Street mall of Boston Common.
Yet only a close observer would have recognized the treacherous little rascal.