CHAPTER XXVIII
A HEART OF GOLD
It had been a strenuous day for Frank. He and his mother had put in double duty at the office that afternoon. Everything in the mall order business was moving along smoothly. Only this complication of Dale Wacker and Markham comprised a disturbing, unsettled element in the situation.
It was a beautiful moonlight night. Frank enjoyed the quiet of the hour after the stirring turmoil of the day, and prolonged his stroll. Almost instinctively his footsteps led him in the direction of the scene of the main commotion of the day—Main Street Block.
"Hello," said Frank suddenly and in some surprise, as, passing its gloomy entrance, he observed a solitary figure seated on a step in its shadow.
Frank recognized the man whom the marshal had appointed as custodian of the raided mail order concern up-stairs.
"Oh, that you, Newton?" spoke the man in a somewhat embarassed way.
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