"Are ye really anarchists?" asked the doorman. "Not a bit," replied Jack, and he told as much of their story as he dared. "I was kind-of hopin' ye was," said the officer with a twinkle in his eye. "It wouldn't do any harm to scare that uppish Englishman a bit. Sure he an' his kind have done enough to poor old Ireland." "I'm sorry we can't oblige you," said Mark with a laugh. "I guess ye're all right," went on the doorman. "I hope ye sleep good the rest of the night." Then he left them alone. What with the excitement of the fire and the startling accusation against them, the boys' brains were too excited to let them sleep much. They had a few fitful naps throughout the remainder of the night. It was just getting daylight when Mark was awakened by some one shaking him. "What is it?" he asked. "Another fire?" "Not this time," replied a voice, and Mark, now that his eyes were fully opened, saw the doorman bending over him. "What's the matter?" asked Jack waking up in his turn. "Easy!" exclaimed the doorman in a whisper. "I happened to think ye might want to be leavin'." "Leaving?" asked Mark in bewilderment. "Yes. Ye know that Englishman is liable to be back any minute, an' he may make trouble for ye. I know ye're innocent lads, an' I'd hate to see ye mixed up in a mess with that fellow. So I slips up here early, an' ye can leave by the back door if ye want to, an' the officer of His Imperial Majesty, King Edward VII, will never know a thing about it." "It looks like running away," objected Jack. "Sure there's no charge agin ye," went on the doorman. "Ye're free to come an' go as far as we're concerned, an' ye'd better go whilst ye have the chance." Jack reflected. It was true that the charge of the Englishman, baseless as it was, might make trouble for them, and cause them endless delays in getting back to Professor Henderson. Suddenly Jack made up his mind. "Come on Mark," he said. CHAPTER VI ON A RUNAWAY TROLLEY "Are you going to leave?" asked Mark. "Certainly. There is no use staying here and getting mixed up in something that Englishman thinks we have done. It's easier to go away quietly and let him find out his mistake." "All right," agreed Mark. "I wonder who he is, anyhow?" "He thinks he owns the earth, whoever he is," returned Jack. "He's some sort of a special detective traveling with Lord Peckham's party," explained the doorman. "He told us a lot about himself last night after you boys went to bed. He came back to inquire how early the judge would be here.