simple
frankness of things he had never mentioned before. He was
_changed_.

This fact and what he had said, and the stillness of the place, and the
queer odor in the ward and corridor, and the noiselessness of their own
footfalls on the rubber covered hall, awed the two scouts to such a
degree that they longed for the free open air where they could talk.

It was with some trepidation that they encountered at the head of the
stairway the police guard talking with Detective Ferrett.

"Well, how do you find him?" the county official asked in gruff good
humor. He at least seemed not at all awed by the solemnity of the place.

"Does he have to go to Canada?" Roy asked. "Does he have to go soon?"

"Yes, siree. Been telling you about his brother?"

"Is it true?" Roy asked.

"Na-a-h! He either hasn't come to his senses yet or he's bluffing. He's
going back to Quebec to a dope-house or else to the gallows. How'd
_you_ like to go to the gallows, hey?" he added as a pleasantry.

"You're--you're _sure_ he's the one?" Roy asked, in pitiful
despair.

"Well now what do _you_ think? You saw the pictures, huh? He's the
chap, says you. Been trying to string you, huh? He rang that brother in
on me yesterday."

"He wants the locket you took from him," said Roy.

"Oh, does he? Well, wouldn't that be nice?"

"If it helps him to get better and helps him--maybe--to sleep--"

"Well now, you run home and say you had a call on him, and look out who
you make friends with next time."

They were just about to start down the stairs, heavy-hearted with that
last pathetic memory of their friend to carry in their minds, when
looking down the broad stairway, they beheld a strange sight. A
diminutive figure was ascending the steps.

He wore the full scout regalia, including all sundries and accessories,
and the sight of him as he came trudging up carried the others back to
that day when they had taken their memorable hike to Woodcliff. For
stuck under his belt like some awful document of authority was an
envelope of goodly dimensions, and his countenance wore a look
calculated to strike terror to the stoutest heart.

Thus ascended the doughty little knight of the Good Turn, and several
nurses watched him amusedly from the foot of the broad stair....

[Illustration: "HERE, READ THIS LETTER," SAID PEE-WEE TO ROY.]

CHAPTER XXXII

RETURN OF THE GOOD TURN

"You think you're so smart," said Pee-wee, including the men as well