"
"All right, close the door."
Oscar believed he had taken every precaution, and indeed he had; and
under all the circumstances he was very cool, but for him it was a big
night and the most important consequences were destined to follow, and
he knew it.
With his lantern properly adjusted he ascended the stairs and in good
time arrived at the place where he was to take in his news. He had been
fully instructed and he found everything just as the man Credo had
stated. Well, the arrangement was indeed a good one, and he mentally
concluded:
"That fellow Credo is a genius; it's a pity he is not an honest man."
Oscar could see into the room and could overhear every word--almost hear
a whisper, so cunningly had the eavesdropping trap been contrived. Oscar
peeped in, and there was his siren, and there also was his whilom friend
Girard. He and the siren were alone. Both wore a pleased look upon their
faces; they were in a merry mood, and the man Girard said as our hero
got fixed to take in their sayings:
"He thinks himself a very smart fellow."
"Don't make any mistake; he is a smart fellow--the smartest fellow that
ever started out to shadow us, and he would be too much for us but for
one fact."
"And what is that?"
"He is honest and sympathetic, otherwise I would never have succeeded in
fooling and getting him in tow, but now I've got him.
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