And she
has told the strangest story--all about a political crime--her father
in prison--secret papers and a mysterious man after them."
"Good!" cried Waker, with a short laugh. "I seem to have fitted in
just right to foil the villain in getting the papers. Say, better
not let Jack know about this, or he'll be on the job, too, and what he
needs just now is a rest--eh, Harry?"
"That's it," agreed the other college youth, whom Belle had not
noticed since coming down stairs in such haste.
"Wally robbed me of the honors," complained Harry. "I was just going
to make after the fellow."
"And was he really going to steal the papers?" asked Belle.
"I don't know as to that," Walter answered.
"I don't know anything about any papers. But Harry and I were
sitting here, after seeing that Jack was comfortable in his room,
waiting for the doctor, when I heard someone come up the steps. At
first I thought it was Dr. Blake himself but when the footsteps
became softer, and more stealthy, as the novels have it, I took a
quiet observation.
"Then I saw this Italian-looking chap reaching for the valise. I let
out a yell, went after him and he dropped it. Ahem! Nothing like
having a first-class hero in the family!" and Walter swelled out his
chest, and looked important.
"Better find out, first, whether you saved the papers, or just the
empty valise," suggested Harry, with a smile.
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