position at the window, Frank listened silently to the song then in progress. Charles came up to him.
"How is she to-night, Frank?"
"No better. If—— Look there!" he suddenly exclaimed, his voice sunk to a whisper.
Some one had walked deliberately by, outside the window, gazing at what there might be to see within the room. Was it the Tiger? Frank's heart beat nineteen to the dozen.
"Did you see him, Charley?"
"Who was it?" whispered Charley.
"I'm not quite sure; he passed so quickly. The Tiger, I conclude. Yes, I feel sure of it. I know the cut of his hat."
"What consummate impudence, to be trespassing here!"
They both left the room, made their way to a side-door, and looked out. No one was in sight; and yet,