CHAPTER II.
A MEMBER OF THE WOLF PATROL.
When Fremont opened the door of the Cameron suite, facing the Great White Way, he saw that the room before him was dark and in disorder.
The place was dimly illuminated from the high-lights on Broadway, and the noises of the street came stridently up, still, there seemed to the boy to be a shadowy and brooding hush over the place.
Remembering his subconscious impressions of some indefinable evil at hand, the boy shivered with a strange dread as he switched on the electrics, half afraid of what they might reveal.

Why was the room so dark and silent?
The lights had been burning when he looked up from below, and he had not met Mr.Cameron on his way up.

Where was the man he had come to meet?
What evil had befallen him?
At the left of the apartment, from which two others opened, to right and left, was a small safe, used privately by Mr.Cameron.Its usual place was against the wall, but it had been wheeled about so that it fronted the windows.

The door was open, and, although no violence seemed to have been used, Fremont saw that the interior was in a mess, papers and books being scattered about in confusion.
At the right of the room, and near the doorway opening into the north room, stood a large flat-topped desk, most of the drawers of which were now open.

One of the drawers lay on its side on the floor, and was empty.