after that night they both had good cause to remember how different
the immediate future of one of their number would have been had
Frank obeyed his first impulse and gone to the Cameron building
with his friend.

When, at last, Fremont was whirled up to the front of the Cameron
building he saw that there were lights in the Cameron suite.
Believing that his benefactor would be there at his work, Fremont
let himself in at the big door with a key and started up the long
climb to the sixth floor.

The vacant corridors, as he passed them one by one, seemed to him
to be strangely still. Even the people employed at night to clean
the halls and offices were not in sight. The boy started suddenly
half a dozen times on the way up, started involuntarily, as if some
uncanny thing were spying out upon him from the shadows.

Then he came to the Cameron suite and 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