door he reached. He found he had correctly located the apartment he had viewed from the alley.
Mort Bemis looked up as Ralph closed the door behind him. He started and stared. Ralph came around to the table, sank into the chair directly opposite Bemis, and looked him squarely in the face.
"What are you doing here?" demanded Bemis a surly, suspicious expression crossing his features.
"I came particularly to see you," answered Ralph calmly. "Can I have your attention for a minute or two?"
"Just two of them," growled Bemis.
Ralph did not scare at the bullying, significant manner of the discharged leverman.
"It's just this," he said bluntly: "you visited the switch tower yesterday and came very nearly causing a bad wreck."
"Who told you so?" demanded Bemis.
"Oh, there are plenty of witnesses, your former landlady, for one. Another low-down trick was attempted this afternoon, instigated, I believe, by you. Now, Mr. Bemis, this has come to a dead-open-and-shut conclusion."
"Has it? How?" sneered Mort.
"I have legitimately succeeded to your posi-
