The big Town Hall clock was striking midnight when Frank began to cross the bridge. The dark night air was cold and slightly wet.and the street-lamps gave little light.
Frank was anxious to get home and his footsteps rang loudly on the pavement,when he reached the middle of the bridge he thought he could hear someone coming near behind him. He looked back but could see no one. However, the sound comtinued and Frank began walking more quickly. Then he slowed down again,feeling shame at having acted so foolishly.There was nothing to be fear in a town as quiet as this.
Just then, he heard short, quick steps closely behind him. By the time he reached the other side of the bridge, he could almost feel someone at his heels. He turned around and there stood a man dressed in a large overcoat. A hat was put down over his eyes and very little of his face could been see. Frank said something about the weather, trying to sound friendly and calm. The man did not answer but asked rudely where Oakfield House was. Frank pointed to a big house in the distance and the stranger continued on his way.
Then Frank wondered why the stranger had wanted to find Oakfield House at such an hour. He knew that the person who lived there were very rich. Almost without realizing what he was doing , he began to following the stranger quietly. The man was soon outside the house and Frank saw him look up at the windows. A light was still on and the man waited until it went out. When about half an hour had passed, Frank saw him climb noiselessly over the wall and heard him drop onto the ground at the other side.
Now Frank realized what was going to happen. He walked quietly and silently across the street towards a telephone box on the corner.