Oscar was at his heels and noted the house
he entered, and took up a position directly opposite. There were lights
in some of the front rooms, but the windows of the top floor front
reflected no brilliance until a few moments after our hero had taken his
position, when there shot forth from the small windows a sickly gleam
of light.
"Top floor front," was our hero's comment. He had located the room where
the man had entered.
Oscar stood a little time revolving his next move in his mind, and
finally he determined upon the old trick played so often and still
played daily by officers on a quiet "lay."
He entered the tenement house and ascended the creaking stairs, and not
a muscle in his sturdy form quivered, although it was a dangerous
undertaking to enter that sort of a house on such an errand. There was a
possibility that there were a dozen villains scattered around in the
several apartments, for as the old saying has it, "Thieves flock
together."
Oscar, however, was well-armed, cool, strong and agile, and he arrived
in front of the door of the room and heard voices. He peeped in, as the
keyhole was large and there was no key in the door. He saw the man to
whom he had given the sore head, and a woman. The latter was a
remarkable-looking person.
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