After a hearty supper he took a seat in the office and watched with interest the crowds that surged in and out of the hotel. Presently he saw a familiar figure entering.

 

It was his late companion, Percival Robinson. The latter was not long in recognizing the boy.

 

He walked up to the chair on which Andy was seated and addressed him with a look of anger.

 

"So I have found you, have I?" he said, roughly.

 

Andy knew that this man had no right to interfere with him, and answered, coolly:

 

"So it seems."

 

"Why did you play me such a mean trick, boy?"

 

"My name is Andrew," said Andy, with dignity. "What right have you to speak to me in this manner?"

 

"I'll tell you presently. You have made a nice return for my kindness."

 

"I know of no kindness. You got acquainted with me on the train, and took me to a house where I didn't care to stop."

 

"Why didn't you care to stop there?"

 

"Because I found that it didn't have a good reputation. My employer wouldn't care to have me stay at such a house."

 

"You are mighty independent for a young boy. I want you to return the pocketbook of which you relieved me."

 

Andy was startled at this reckless charge.

 

"What do you mean?" he demanded, hotly. "You know that this is a falsehood."

 

"We'll see if you will brazen it out. If you don't give me back the pocketbook, which I have no doubt you have in your pocket at this moment, I will have you arrested."

 

Andy began to feel nervous. He was a stranger in Chicago. There was no one to identify him or vouch for his honesty. What if this man should carry out his threat and have him arrested?

 

However, Andy had pluck, and didn't intend to surrender at discretion.

 

This conversation had attracted the attention of two or three guests of the hotel, who were disposed to look with suspicion upon Andy. His accuser appeared like a man of good position, being well dressed and with an air of assurance.

 

One old gentleman, who was fond of giving advice, said, reprovingly:

 

"My boy, you will find it best to hand the gentleman his pocketbook. It is sad to see one so young guilty of theft."

 

"Perhaps the boy is not guilty," suggested another guest.

 

"I am in the employ of a gentleman in New York," said Andy, "and this man is scheming to rob me."

 

"You are perfectly shameless!" said Robinson, encouraged by what the old gentleman had said. "I will give you just five minutes to return my pocketbook, or I will have you arrested."

 

Andy felt that he was in a tight place, but his wits had not deserted him.

 

"As you claim the pocketbook," he said, "perhaps you will tell how much money there is in it."

 

"I can't tell exactly," replied Robinson. "I spend money liberally, and I have not counted the money lately."

 

"That is quite reasonable," said the old gentleman. "I don't know how much money there is in my wallet."

 

"What is there besides money in the pocketbook?" asked Andy following up his advantage.

 

"I think there are a few postage stamps," answered Robinson at a guess.

 

"You certainly have a good deal of assurance, young man," said the old gentleman in a tone of reproof. "If I were in this gentleman's place I would summon a policeman at once."

 

"I prefer to give the boy a chance," said Robinson, who had his own reasons for not bringing the matter to the knowledge of the police. "I don't want to get him into trouble. I only want my money back."

 

"You are more considerate than he deserves," said Andy's critic. "And by the way, here is the hotel detective. Officer, will you come here, please? Here is a case that requires your attention."

 

The hotel detective, a quiet-looking man, approached.

 

Robinson was far from thanking the old gentleman for his officiousness. He feared recognition.

 

"What is the matter?" asked the detective, coming up and eying Robinson sharply.

 

The old gentleman volunteered an explanation.

 

The detective seemed amused.

 

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