“Now for the mystery to be solved,” said the superintendent. “I shall follow that fellow until I satisfy myself who is right and who is wrong. And I shall find out if Pat is as faithful as he has been supposed to be. I feel that the accused man has someone to help him in all of this work, but who the helper is, that I should like to know.” As he approached the prisoner the superintendent said: “I thought that I would take care of you for a while—or, at least, try to. I see that you are doing very nicely, and I am glad. I hope that you will try and live up to the rules. You may speak to me when spoken to, but do not speak without being spoken to.” “I am going to pass by and take a peep at our new officer, and see how he likes his job,” said Pat. “Well, be jabers, he is not here! Where in the deuce has he gone? Say, do you hear me? Shake this door if you do. Spake, and if you don’t spake, spake anyway. “Well, I’ll have to find out if he has drew his wages and quit his job, without giving the firm notice. Hello! hello! Well, the only thing I can do is to go for the other fellow. I think he has got a key. Perhaps the next fellow that gets the job will be me. “What in the deuce do I see, away back in the corner? As sure as I am alive, it is him. Well, well, wake up! You have got a easy job, I know, but I don’t think you need to lay down and go to sleep by the side of it. “Well, I can’t wake the poor devil, but I know someone who can. And I would hate to be in the poor devil’s shoes if that one comes in and finds him slapin’. So here’s to the office and report, as I promised to do, if I lose my job by doing so. Someone is sure going to lose his job here, and that very shortly.” “Well, Pat, what are you doing around here?” said the superintendent. “Why are you looking so excited? I am getting along fine here.” “Well, I am not getting along fine there.” “What is wrong, Pat?” “The fellow that you left in your office has laid down and gone to sleep on the job. And he locked the door before he did so. He was very careful that no one could get in or out.” “Gone to sleep? And the door locked? Here, you watch this man and I will see what is the meaning of this.” “If he don’t get his nap out before the officer gets there, it will be a pity.” “Here! What is wrong, Mr. Pearson?” “Wrong? Nothing is wrong.” “Where have you been?” “I have been here, sir, and very busy.” “Now, Mr. Pearson, were you not asleep with the door locked on the inside?” “I am not guilty. Pat has been giving you some more reports—and false ones, if he has told you that I was sleeping. I have not felt well, in the last thirty minutes. I felt a dizziness come over me, but I feel all right now.” “Do you know if you were asleep at any time, or in a faint, while you were feeling dizzy?” “I was not, sir. I was sitting at this desk, as you see me.”