Hardman exclaimed:
"I see it all now. Why was I so foolish as to engage him without making
some inquiries or asking his name. I wonder why I didn't recognize him
that night I hired him. As soon as I saw him in the room without the
glasses I knew I had seen his face before. It was in the woods that day.
That boy was Frank Roscoe. I hope they catch him!"
In a little while the attendant came back to report there was no
trace of Frank.
"We must give number twenty-eight a new room," said Dr. Hardman. "Change
him to the north wing, and put him on the top floor."
The attendant left to carry out the instructions, and Dr. Hardman sat
down in his office chair, obviously ill at ease.
"I should have been more careful," he murmured. "Well, it may not be too
late yet. I will take all precautions."
Meanwhile Frank was hurrying away from the sanitarium. Having to leave so
suddenly he had no time to go to his room for his belongings, and the
clothes he wore were the only things he brought away with him. However,
he did not mind that, as he was busy planning many things.
"I can't understand it," he said to himself.
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