He still had some lunch left, and he ate that, meanwhile planning what he
would say at the interview with the patient from the sanitarium.
"I must get him away from here," Frank thought. "Perhaps there may be a
means of curing him, and then he can tell me everything connected with
the secret. Oh! if he only could!"
How long the hours seemed while he waited! He thought ten o'clock would
never come, but at last, looking at his watch by the light of a match, he
saw it lacked but thirty minutes of that time. "I'll start," he said to
himself. "He may be there a little ahead of me."
Frank reached the edge of the woods, where they marked the beginning of
the sanitarium grounds. From there he took a cautious look. There seemed
to be no one in sight, and he quickly ran across the open space to the
summer house. This was a vine-covered arbor, situated at the back of the
institution. Inside was a circular bench running all around, and it was a
favorite place of such patients as were well enough to be allowed to roam
about at will.
Frank looked inside the little house before he entered. There was no one
there, and he sat down on the bench.
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