"Now for it!" exclaimed Fairfax, exultingly. "Now, let me see how much I have got."
He drew the pocketbook from his pocket, and opened it. His heart gave a quick thump, and he turned ashy pale, as his glance rested upon the worthless roll of brown paper with which it had been stuffed.
"Curse the boy!" he cried, in fierce and bitter disappointment. "He has fooled me, after all! Why didn"t I stop long enough to open the pocketbook before I came away? Blind, stupid fool that I was! I am as badly off as before--nay, worse, for I have exposed myself to suspicion, and haven"t got a penny to show for it."
I will not dwell upon his bitter self-reproaches, and, above all, the intense mortification he felt at having been so completely fooled by a boy, whom he had despised as verdant and inexperienced in the ways of the, world--to think that success had been in his grasp, and he had missed it, after all, was certainly disagreeable enough. It occurred to him that he might go back to the Adams House even now, and repair his blunder. It was not likely that Andy was awake yet. He was very weary, and boys of his age were likely, unless disturbed, to sleep through the night. He might retrieve his error, and no one would be the wiser.
"I"ll do it," he said, at length.
He went downstairs, and left the hotel without the knowledge of the clerk. Jumping into the horse-cars, he returned to Boston, and entered the Adams House about half-past twelve o"clock. He claimed his key at the desk, and went upstairs to his room. He had scarcely lit the gas, however, when a knock was heard at the door. Opening it unsuspiciously, he turned pale, as he recognized the clerk, in company with an officer of the law.
"What"s wanted?" he faltered.
"You are wanted," was the brief reply.
"What for?" he gasped.
"You are charged with entering the adjoining room, and stealing a pocketbook from the boy who sleeps there."
"It"s a lie!" he said, but his tone was nervous.
"You must submit to a search," said the officer.
"Do you mean to insult me?" demanded Fairfax, a.s.suming an air of outraged virtue.
"Not at all. I am only giving you a chance to clear yourself from suspicion."
"I am a respectable merchant from Portland. I was never so insulted in my life," said Fairfax.
"If the charge proves groundless, I will make you an ample apology,"
said the officer.
Fairfax was compelled to submit to the search. He cursed his stupidity in not throwing away the worthless pocketbook, but this he had neglected to do, and, of course, it was very significant evidence against him. Not only was this found, but the variety of keys already referred to.
"You carry a great many keys," said the officer.
"It isn"t a crime to carry keys, is it?" demanded Fairfax, sullenly.
"Not if no improper use is made of them. I suspect that one of them will open the door into the next chamber."
The keys were tried, and one did open the door. As the light flashed into the room, Andy got up.
"Come here, young man," said the officer. "Can you identify that pocketbook?"
"I can," said Andy.
"Is it yours?"
"When I went to bed, it was in the pocket of my coat, lying on that chair."
"It is certainly a wonderful pocketbook. I have just found it in that gentleman"s pocket."
Fairfax"s eyes were bent malignantly upon Andy. A light flashed upon him. Now, he recognized him.
"I know you," he said. "You are the man that stopped Colonel Preston, and tried to rob him."
"You lie, curse you!" exclaimed Fairfax, springing forward, and trying to throw himself upon Andy. But he was not quick enough. The officer had interposed, and seized him by the collar.
"Not so fast, Mr. Marvin, or whatever your name is. We don"t allow any such games as that. Sit down till I want you."
The baffled adventurer was jerked into a chair, from which he continued to eye Andy savagely.
"What"s that affair you were talking about, young man?" asked the officer.
Andy briefly related his adventure with Fairfax on a former occasion.
"I"ll trouble you to come with me, Mr. Marvin, or Fairfax," said the officer. "There"s another hotel where lodgings are provided for such as you."
Resistance was useless, and the detected thief, though his name was registered at two hotels, was compelled to occupy a less agreeable room at the station-house. How he was detected will be explained in the next chapter.
CHAPTER XXIX A STARTLING EVENT
Sometimes, the mere presence of a person in the room is sufficient to interrupt even sound repose. At all events, whether it was the entrance of Fairfax, acting in some mysterious way upon Andy, or the light that streamed into the room, his slumber was disturbed, and his eyes opened just as the adventurer was retiring, with his supposed booty.
Our hero did not immediately take in the situation. He was naturally a little bewildered, being just aroused from sleep, but in a short time the real state of the case dawned upon him.
"By the powers!" he said to himself, "it"s that man that went to the museum with me! He saw my money, and he came in for it! I"ll get up and see."
Quietly and noiselessly he got out of bed, and, going to the chair, felt in his pockets, and so discovered the loss of the stuffed pocketbook.
Andy wanted to laugh, but forbore, lest the sound should be heard in the next room.
"It"s a good joke on the dirty thafe!" said Andy, to himself. "He"s welcome to all the money, he"s got--it won"t carry him far, I"m thinkin"."
Prudence suggested another thought. When Fairfax found out the worthlessness of his booty, would he not come back and search for the real treasure?
"If he does, I"ll fight him," thought Andy.
Still, he knew the conflict would be unequal, since the other was considerably his superior in strength. However, Andy determined that, come what might, he would defend his trust, "or perish in the attempt." But, while he was coming to this determination, he heard the door of the adjoining chamber open softly, and then he could hear steps along the corridor. Evidently, the thief had not found out the actual character of his booty, but was going off under the impression that it was valuable.
"Maybe he"ll come back," thought Andy. "I guess I"d better go down and give notice at the desk. Then, if he comes back, he"ll get into hot water."
He hastily dressed himself, and, locking his door, went downstairs.
First, however, he removed the money from under his pillow, and put it into his pocket. He found the clerk at the desk.