Many and many a time after that night they both had good cause to remember how different the immediate future of one of their number would have been had Frank obeyed his first impulse and gone to the Cameron building with his friend.
When, at last, Fremont was whirled up to the front of the Cameron building he saw that there were lights in the Cameron suite.

Believing that his benefactor would be there at his work, Fremont let himself in at the big door with a key and started up the long climb to the sixth floor.
The vacant corridors, as he passed them one by one, seemed to him to be strangely still.

Even the people employed at night to clean the halls and offices were not in sight.

The boy started suddenly half a dozen times on the way up, started involuntarily, as if some uncanny thing were spying out upon him from the shadows.
Then he came to the Cameron suite and thrust his key into the lock of the door.

He had been told that he would find the door locked from the inside.