The latter, however, was so preoccupied that
he took no notice of Frank. His thoughts, whatever they were,
appeared to be pleasant, for as he walked he smiled to himself and
softly rubbed his hands together, as one well pleased with the
course of events.
"The old codger seems mightily pleased over something," mused
Frank, "and I'm willing to bet a reasonable amount it isn't over
any schemes for the betterment of mankind. I may do him an
injustice, but I don't think his genial Hun nature is inclined
exactly in that direction."
He gave little further thought to the chance meeting, his mind
being busied with speculations as to what he might find in the
mysterious alley. The weather was very mild, and he knew the sheet
of ice and snow that had covered the ground on his previous visit
would not now exist to baffle him. But he did not want to enter
the alley until darkness had fallen to offer him concealment, so
abated his usual brisk pace to a mere saunter, and took careful
note of the attitude of the people he passed. The streets were
quiet enough, but the faces of the inhabitants were sullen and
hostile, and Frank could read enmity in the glances cast at him.
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