and anyhow, it is just as well if you and I, West, don't know anything
about them. Then, when we want them again, it is a good deal easier for
Mattison to find them than for any one else. Sort of accident, you know."

It was finally agreed that before attempting to get the books, Harvey and
Mattison should make a _bona fide_ tour of inspection, by this means
finding out where each man was located. Mattison reminded them that the
watchman in the train shed was not to be overlooked, but they decided to
chance him.

"There's one thing about it," said Mattison, smiling. "If Johnson doesn't
catch us, I can discharge him for incompetency."

Shortly after midnight Harvey and Mattison started out. They found the
station dark. As they tiptoed slowly along, edging close to the building,
everything was silent. They reached the arched doorway, and were turning
in when the glare of a bull's-eye lantern flashed into their eyes.
Mattison laughed softly.

"That's business," he said.

"What are you up to?" growled the man behind the lantern.

"Where's Mallory?" was Mattison's answer.

The man hesitated, then whistled softly. The whistle was echoed in the
waiting room. In a few moments the door opened and a voice said, "What's
up?"

"Two chaps want Mallory."