"What made you come into my room?" demanded Mark, who now appeared on the scene.
"I didn"t know whose room it was. I thought it was my own."
"How did you get in? The door was locked."
"No, it wasn"t," answered Buffington boldly. "You thought you locked it, but you didn"t. Trying the k.n.o.b it opened at once, and I supposed it was my own which I had left unlocked."
"Is that true?" asked the watchman, looking doubtfully at Mark.
"No, it isn"t. I took special pains to lock the door, for I knew that there was a possibility of my room being entered."
"Then he must have got through the transom. We have had such cases before."
"If you have finished asking foolish questions I will go back to bed,"
said Buffington with remarkable a.s.surance.
"Wait a minute. Did you see this man in your room?"
The question was addressed to Mark.
"Yes. I woke up while he was there."
"What was he doing?"
"Searching for my purse. He was fumbling about the bedclothes at the foot of the bed."
"Was your money there?"
"Yes."
Buffington"s face contracted with disappointment. He had been on the brink of success, when Mark, unfortunately for him, awoke.
"And you spoke to him?"
"Yes."
"What then?"
"He sprang for the door, and would have escaped if you had not caught him."
"Did you ever see the man before?"
"I saw him on the train coming here for the first time."
"Did anything happen on the train?"
"Yes. He stole a young lady"s pocketbook. I made him give it up."
Buffington looked at Mark menacingly. He would have liked to wreak his vengeance upon him.
"Do you know his name?"
"He calls himself Rev. Mr. Buffington."
The watchman laughed grimly.
"Sorry to disturb you, reverend sir," he said, "but I shall be obliged to lock you in your room till morning."
Buffington shrugged his shoulders.
"All right!" he said. "I shall at any rate secure a good night"s sleep."
The watchman did as he suggested. He shut the burglar in his room, and locked the door from the outside.
"Now," he said to Mark, "you can sleep undisturbed for the balance of the night."
CHAPTER XIX.
AT NIAGARA FALLS.
ALTHOUGH Mark was inclined to pity any man deprived of his liberty, he felt pleased to think that Buffington"s career was cut short for a time.
There was little doubt that he would be imprisoned for a time more or less extended.
"How much better it would be for him," thought Mark, "if he had earned his living in some honest way!"
Stealing may seem an easy way of obtaining money, but the one who depends on it is likely to be brought up with a round term at last.
When Mark went down in the morning the clerk said to him, "So you had a little excitement in your room last night, the watchman tells me."
"Yes; I had a visitor, but fortunately he was caught without securing anything. He was about to take my pocketbook when I woke up. I was lucky, for I might have found myself unable to pay my bill here."
"We would have given you time. We can tell by your face that you are honest."
"Thank you. Has Buffington been taken from his room yet?"
"Buffington? I don"t know any such name."
"That is what he gave me as his name."
"He is down on our books as Lawrence Perkins."
"He seems to have more than one name."
"He may have a dozen. Such gentry usually do. I will send you a couple of policemen and have him taken round to the station-house."