"Someone put them there," said Frank, pale, but resolute; "some wicked
person, who wanted to get me into trouble."

"What do you mean by that, you young vagabond?" demanded John Wade,
suspiciously.

"I mean what I say," he asserted. "I am away all day, and nothing is
easier than to open my trunk and put articles in, in order to throw
suspicion on me."

"Look here, you rascal!" said John Wade, roughly. "I shall treat you
better than you deserve. I won't give you over to the police out of
regard for my uncle, but you must leave this house and never set foot in
it again. It will be the worse for you if you do."

John Wade and the housekeeper left the room, and our hero was left to
realize the misfortune which had overwhelmed him.

Frank arose at an early hour the next morning and left the house. It was
necessary for him to find a new home at once in order to be at the
store in time. He bought a copy of the Sun and turned to the advertising
columns. He saw a cheap room advertised near the one he had formerly
occupied. Finding his way there he rang the bell.

The door was opened by a slatternly-looking woman, who looked as if she
had just got up.

"I see by the Sun you have a room to let," said Frank.