found themselves at the entrance to a long, narrow apartment that was used as a writing and smoking room for men. Half a dozen persons were present, several writing letters and the others talking in low tones and smoking.
In an alcove two men had just seated themselves, one an elderly person who seemed some what feeble, and the other a tall, sharp-faced individual who eyed his companion in a shrewd, speculative manner.
"That's Job Haskers, sure enough," murmured Roger, as Dave pointed to the sharp-faced man. "Wonder what he is doing here?"
"Well, he has a right to be here, if he wishes," returned Dave.
The two former students of Oak Hall stood at one side and watched the man who had been their teacher for so long and who had proved himself dishonorable in more ways than one.
"Unless I am mistaken, he is trying to work some sort of a game on that old gentleman," whispered Dave, a few minutes later. "See how earnestly he is talking, and see, he is bringing some papers out of his pocket."
"Oh, it may be all right, Dave," replied the senator's son. "Not that I would trust Job Haskers too far," he added, hastily.
The two lads continued to watch the former teacher of Oak Hall. He was still arguing with
