mansion, the youth saw a man leave the place by a side gate, for the residence stood on a corner. The man was Andrew Gresson.
"Now, what can he be doing here?" thought Franklin. "I don't believe he knows any of the Maces."
He watched Gresson for a second, and then Mr. Fells called, and he went inside just as the discharged workman went up the street leading to the depot.
"I want you to take one of these alarms up to the front room up stairs," said Silas Fells. "Then take this wire and run it long the hallway to that bend where the stairs come down. I will be up in a few minutes."
"Yes, Sir."
Franklin wished to tell Silas Fells that he had seen Andrew Gresson about the house. But Mrs. Mace, a sharp, ill-natured woman, stood close at hand, and he decided to wait until they were alone.
He gathered up the articles Silas Fells had mentioned, and mounted the stairs with them. The room in the front was closed, and Franklin knocked before entering.
Receiving no answer he placed the things he was carrying on the floor and opened the door.
As he entered, a sudden gust of wind slammed the door shut. He was just about to open it again and bring in the alarm that was to be placed on
