cite him, boys. Here
is some quieting medicine Dr. Martin left, Paul. Take that and in half
an hour you will be calmer. Then you can tell us all you recollect.
Perhaps by that time your memory will be stronger. Meanwhile, if you
boys want to do something why don't you get some clothes on, and go
with Jake the gardener to see if you can get any trace of that
scoundrel? I'll call up the police."

"Good!" cried Frank. "That's what we'll do. Come on, Andy."

The two boys were soon scouring the garden with lantern, accompanied by
Jake, the man of all work. But they had little hope of coming upon the
intruder. They found the place where he had burst through the currant
bushes after leaping from Paul's window, and there were his footprints
in the soft earth; but that was all.

"He's far enough off by this time," declared Andy. "Let's go in and
see if Paul can tell us anything."

They found their friend much quieter. Mr. and Mrs. Racer had dressed,
and Paul had on his clothes. They were sitting in the dining room, Mr.
Racer drinking some hot coffee Mary had made.

"We'll have a little midnight supper," said the boys' mother with a
faint laugh. "I'm sure I won't get to sleep again to-night."

"Did you see anything of him?" asked their father.

Frank shook his head. "What about Paul?" he asked. "Can he remember
anything?"

"I wish I could," said the unfortunate youth, with a sigh. "But it's
all so hazy. As soon as I saw that man's face in the light I knew I
had met him before, and that he was an enemy of mine. But I can't
grasp any details. I flashed the light on him as he was getting out of
the window."

"That's how I happened to see him," said Frank, in explanation, "and
how I knew him to be the mysterious man."

"Did he touch you?" asked Andy.

"No," answered Paul, "though I don't know what he might have done if I
hadn't awakened as I did."

"Did he take anything of yours from the room?" asked Mr. Racer.

"I haven't anything of my own, except the clothes I wore when the boys
rescued me, so he couldn't get anything."

"But you said he was at the bureau," went on Frank.

"Nothing is missing from there," said Mrs. Racer quickly.

"Perhaps he thought Paul had some important papers," suggested Andy.

"I'm sure I haven't," and once more the unfortunate youth passed his
hand across his forehead. "I wish I could recall when it was, and
under what circumstances, I met that man before. But I can