"I didn't notice. He registered before me."

 

"Suppose we look and see. It may be well to know."

 

They opened the hotel register, and saw written in a bold, free hand:

 

"F. GRANT PALMER, CHICAGO."

 

"It may be another Fred," suggested Frank.

 

"Or Frank. Either name would do for a burglar," said Mr. Ferguson, smiling. "But it is hardly consistent with professional etiquette to joke on such a subject. I will endeavor to forget while we are walking together that one of the party is an offender against the laws, or under suspicion as such."

 

"I want to forget it myself," said Fred, "or it will spoil my enjoyment of Niagara."

 

"I wonder where Mr. F. Grant Palmer is now," said Frank. "I feel sure he is the real burglar."

 

"Then he has probably gone over into Canada," returned Fred. "It is unlucky for me that he left the watch and chain, but lucky for Mr. Carver, who will now recover them."

 

Meanwhile let us follow Mr. Palmer, whose movements are of interest to us in connection with the suspicion he has managed to throw on Fred. When he left the Lynch House he proposed, as a measure of safety, to go over to the Canada side, and indeed he did so. He made his way to the Clifton House, and registered there, depositing his valise at the office while he went in to breakfast.

 

"We have no room at present," said the clerk, politely, "but by the middle of the forenoon we shall undoubtedly have a few vacancies. Will that answer?"

 

"Oh, yes," said Palmer easily. "I am in no special hurry for a room, but will take breakfast and go out for a walk."

 

It did occur to Mr. Palmer that the valise, containing as it did the bonds stolen from Mr. Carver in Elmira, should be carefully guarded. However, it would surely be as safe in the care of the hotel clerk of the Clifton as in any hotel room, and probably even safer. So he ate breakfast with an easy mind, and then, purchasing a cigar, took a walk along the road which presents the best views of the Falls.

 

Mr. Palmer felt very complacent.

 

"It is a blessing to gentlemen in my profession," he soliloquized, "that Canada is so conveniently near. Here the minions of the law cannot touch us for any little indiscretion committed under the stars and stripes. I hear people talking of annexing Canada to the States, but to that I am unalterably opposed. I should have to retire from business, and I am not able to do that at present."

 

He was standing at a convenient point surveying the Falls, when he felt a light touch on his shoulder. Such was the force of habit that Mr. Palmer started violently, and turned round nervously.

 

It was a stout man with a smiling face that confronted him.

 

"Ha, Palmer!" said the new arrival. "Did you mistake me for----"

 

"How are you, Wellington? I am glad to see you."

 

"Instead of----"

 

"Oh, pshaw! A man naturally starts when he is tapped on the shoulder unexpectedly."

 

"I see. You were admiring the Falls."

 

"Yes."

 

"There is a good deal of romance in your composition, my dear Palmer," said his friend banteringly. "Anything new?"

 

"Well, yes," said Palmer, glancing around him cautiously.

 

"Made a strike, eh?"

 

"Well, something of the sort."

 

"What is it?"

 

"I managed to have a stroke of luck at Elmira, yesterday afternoon."

 

"How much did you get away with?"

 

"Hush! don't speak so plainly. Suppose any one should hear you?"

 

"My dear fellow, there is no one within two hundred yards."

 

"Well, there must be five thousand dollars in bonds and money."

 

"Very neat, upon my word! You are in luck!"

 

"How about you?"

 

"I made a small raise at Buffalo--a paltry three hundred dollars' worth. It was hardly worth the trouble of taking. Still, a man must live."

 

"To be sure!"

 

"Now with what you picked up you can live a year or two in comfort. Upon my soul, I envy you. Are y............