"They love the Americans about as much as they love sunstroke," he
meditated. "But it doesn't matter much what they like, because
they'll take just what's handed to them. But it's the lower
elements and the revolutionists who are making most of the
trouble, and I'm a lot mistaken if their headquarters aren't in
the neighborhood of that blind alley. Well, anyway, I'll know more
about it when I get through my privately conducted explorations
this evening."
He stopped in a small restaurant and ordered a light meal. By the
time he had finished this it was nearly dark, and he set out for
his objective without further delay.
He shortly reached the entrance to the alley, and, after casting a
searching glance about him to make sure that he was unobserved, he
slipped cautiously into the place.
"It ought to be a lot easier for me to locate that trap door now
than it was when I was here with Bart," he thought. "There's no
ice now, and if there is a door, I'll be bound to find it."
He proceeded cautiously up the alley, taking every precaution to
avoid noise, and soon reached the blank wall that had so baffled
him and his friends on a previous occasion.
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