CHAPTER XIV FOUND!"AWFUL rubbish!" Fred Crane whispered to Leila; "fancy Justin, in his evening clothes, rambling around these musty old attics! He's too fastidious to think of such a thing! You know how he hates a speck of dust or dirt."
"I know," said Leila; "but I suppose Mr. Wheeler must be theorizing that Justin was escaping from somebody or something."
"Nonsense! don't be melodramatic. What could he be fleeing from?"
"I don't know, I'm sure. If we knew that, we could soon solve the mystery."
"I say," began Crane, addressing the detective, "this is all useless, you know. Arnold simply couldn't be up here."
"Unless you can suggest where he could be, Mr. Crane, I must continue this search in my own way."
"Oh, that's all right, no offence; but we're wasting good time, it seems to m
