before, and he found no difficulty in keeping his eye upon the German, as he plodded steadily along the almost empty walks. When they had traveled three-quarters of a mile in this way, Max turned into a two-story frame building which seemed curiously out of place among the towering structures around. His feet could be heard loudly going up to the second floor within.
But no light sprang up in the windows of this second floor, and after waiting, McAdams made his way around to the rear. A little garden here entangled the detective's feet, which in the darkness he felt sink to the ankles in soft earth. On the second floor, some strange huge bird flapped its wings and uttered a sleepy cry; some other animal moved and noisily yawned. Very slowly it
