From this Ross proceeded to tell what he knew except Weston's connection with the note laid under the electric bulb in the bedroom of "The Irma." That much he felt himself pledged not to relate, but its omission, really, in no way detracted from the proof of Weston's identity. Furthermore, Ross, concerned only with that identity, began his recital with Sheepy's talk about Weston forgetting the photograph which had revealed the injured man's name. "You can see," Ross concluded, "by putting together all the evidence, that he is the fourth man your father is after, and that Sandy has come it over him completely, knowing that he is the fourth. The more I think of it the more I'm convinced of Sandy's power. Sandy holds this cudgel over his head and makes him do the dirty work. But, no matter how big the cudgel is, he had no business to play this low-down trick on us." "Wait till we get out of here!" declared Leslie wrathfully, "and I'll make him pay for his trick!" Suddenly his face lighted. "Ross, see here! Dad has been hunting for that fourth man for two years, and if I can go to him and tell him who it is and set him on the right track, well--I'll stand in better with dad, that's all! The five hundred that I can't begin to earn until next summer won't be in it beside that information!" Then, as suddenly as it had come, the light died out of the boy's face. He sat down on the table and rubbed his forehead in perplexity. "But, Ross, there's another side to this. For me to do that would knock things endwise with Sue." "Sue," repeated Ross, "who is Sue?" "I've got a sister," explained Leslie. "She's four or five years older. She keeps house for us. She's an awfully good girl, Sue is, although," turning his head shamefacedly away, "she'd be surprised to hear me say so, for we, dad and I, have made her a lot of trouble. Dad's as up and down with her as with me and I--say, Ross, I've been a nuisance at home!" Leslie choked. He looked slowly around the cramped, dirty, ill-lighted room, so unlike the neat, pleasant home presided over by Sue, and swallowed hard. Ross industriously made notches in the edge of the table with his pocket-knife.