ely to lose it?

Orme's fatigue was so great that he repeated the question to himself
several times without seeing any meaning in it. He forced his tired brain
back to the first statement. Maku had lost something. Yes, he had lost
something. What was it he had lost? Oh, yes, a paper.

It was futile. His brain refused to work.

Maku had lost a paper. A paper?

"Ah!" Orme was awake now.

"How stupid!" he exclaimed.

For he had entirely forgotten the paper which he had taken from the
pocket of the unconscious Maku, there on the campus! He had thrust it
into his pocket without looking at it, and in the excitement of his later
adventures it had passed utterly from his memory.

Another moment and he had the paper in his hand. His fingers shook as he
unfolded it, and he felt angry at his weakness. Yes, there it was--the
address--written in an unformed hand. If he had only thought of the paper
before, he would have been saved a deal of trouble--would have had more
sleep. He read it over several times--"Three forty-one, North Parker
Street"--so that he would remember it, if the paper should be lost.

"I'm glad Maku didn't write it in Japanese!" he exclaimed.

CHAPTER IX

NUMBER THREE FORTY-ONE

When Orme was aroused by the ringing of his telephone-bell the next
morning and heard the clerk's voice, saying over the wire, "Eight
o'clock, sir," it seemed as if he had been asleep but a few minutes.

During breakfast he reviewed the events of the preceding evening. Strange
and varied though they had been, his thoughts chiefly turned to the girl
herself, and he shaped all his plans with the idea of pleasing her. The
work he had set for himself was to get the envelope and deliver it to the
girl. This plan involved the finding of the man who had escaped from the
tree.

The search was not so nearly blind as it would have been if Orme had not
found that folded slip of paper in Maku's pocket. The address, "three
forty-one North Parker Street," was unquestionably the destination at
which Maku had expected to meet friends.

To North Parker Street, then, Orme prepared to go. Much as he longed to
see the girl again, he was glad that they were not to make this adventure
together, for the reputation of North Parker Street was unsavory.

Orme found his way readily enough. There was not far to go, and he
preferred to walk. But before he reached his destination he remembered
that he had promised Alcatrante and Poritol to me