As he did so the corridor door was opened and a boy of perhaps fifteen years looked in.

When the intruder saw that Fremont was observing him, he advanced to the connecting doorway.
For quite a minute the boys, standing within a yard of each other, remained silent.

Fremont would have spoken, but the accusing look on the face of the other stopped him.

The intruder glanced keenly about the two rooms which lay under his gaze and finally rested on the figure on the leather office couch.

Then, while Fremont watched him curiously, he went back to the corridor door and stood against it.
"You've got your nerve!" he said, then.