thrust his key into the lock of
the door. He had been told that he would find the door locked from the
inside. Then, his premonition of approaching evil by no means cast
aside, he pushed the door open and looked in upon a sight he was by no
means prepared to see.

CHAPTER II.

A MEMBER OF THE WOLF PATROL.

When Fremont opened the door of the Cameron suite, facing the Great
White Way, he saw that the room before him was dark and in disorder.
The place was dimly illuminated from the high-lights on Broadway, and
the noises of the street came stridently up, still, there seemed to the
boy to be a shadowy and brooding hush over the place.

Remembering his subconscious impressions of some indefinable evil at
hand, the boy shivered with a strange dread as he switched on the
electrics, half afraid of what they might reveal. Why was the room so
dark and silent? The lights had been burning when he looked up from
below, and he had not met Mr. Cameron on his way up. Where was the man
he had come to meet? What evil had befallen him?

At the left of the apartment, from which two others opened, to right
and left, was a small safe, used privately by Mr. Cameron. Its usual
place was against the wall, but it had been wheeled about so that it
fronted the windows. The door was open, and, although no violence
seemed to have been used, Fremont saw that the interior was in a mess,
papers and books being scattered about in confusion.

At the right of the room, and near the doorway opening into the north
room, stood a large flat-topped desk, most of the drawers of which were
now open. One of the drawers lay on its side on the floor, and was
empty. The articles on the desk's top gave evidence of rough handling.
Papers appeared to be dripping from filecases, and a black pool of ink
lay on the shining surface of the desk.

A swivel-chair which had stood in front of the desk was overturned, and
its back now rested on the rug while its polished castors stuck up in
the air. At first glance, there seemed to be no human being in the
suite save the frightened boy.

With his mind filled with thoughts of robbery, George was about to rush
out into the corridor and summon assistance, when a slight sound coming
from the north room attracted his attention. He hastened thither, and
was soon bending over an office couch upon which lay a still figure.

There was no longer doubt in the mind of the boy as to what had taken
place there. M