Brady made a great ado. He tried to look pathetic and mournful.
"My boy," he sniffled, "won't you grant the dying request—I mean the ardent request of your poor, homeless old relative?"
"I thought your eighteen million dollar friend had given you a home," intimated Ned.
"True, but what is a home without a—a relative?"
"I won't go with you, and that ends it," said Ned firmly.
"I will go, then, sir," said Brady to the professor with affected sadness, "but I shall return to make another appeal to you."
"This incident is closed, sir, and my time is valuable," observed the school president with some asperity, arising to his feet and waving Brady out of the room.
The latter directed a venomous look at Ned. Frank noted this, and shuddered as Ned himself had done. It was an evil face, unmasked now, that of the tramp, and Frank realized that his young friend would do well to keep out of the power of this hypocrite and knave.
Frank dodged aside as the man came out into the corridor. Then he followed him at a distance. He waited till Brady had reached the road in front of the academy. Then he stepped more
