After they had left Frank found himself very lonely, especially as
he had an afternoon off duty. Mingled with his thoughts of the
missing Tom was the thought that had constantly haunted his mind
of late--the unsolved mystery of the alley up which hostile
Germans could flit and apparently disappear into thin air. He knew
there must be some explanation of the mystery, but what was it? He
racked his brains to find a plausible solution. But the more he
thought about it, the more uncertain he became, until at last he
came to a resolution.
"Here I am," he thought, "racking my wits over this matter, and
about all I do is just guess work, after all. The best thing I can
do is get permission to go to the town, find that alley and see if
I can't run across some clue that was lacking the last time I was
there."
Having reached this resolve, he lost no time in acting on it, and
readily securing the desired permission, he set off for the town.
This he soon reached, and walked at a smart pace through the
quaint, well-kept streets.
Going along one broad avenue he came suddenly face to face with
the man from whom he had taken away the cane, whom he had since
learned was a famous German physician, a well known character
throughout the war.
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