CHAPTER XIV.
THE MAN IN THE ROOM.
Don shivered, but said nothing.
He felt positive that he was right—that somebody was moving around the room—yet so far he had not heard a sound.
"Can it be the landlord?" he asked himself. "If it is, what is he doing here?"
The bed in which the boy rested was turned in such a fashion that he could see but a small portion of the apartment in his present position.
As noiselessly as he could, he shifted about until the entire room was within his range of vision.
He was just in time to behold a shadow cross the doorsill and glide into the next apartment, where Robert Menden, old Jacob and Danny were sleeping.
Then a slight puff of air came in at one of the windows, extinguishing the smoky lamp and leaving all in total darkness.
"Wake up, all of you!" cried Don, at the top
