"It"s I--Mr. Waterbury."
"Is it morning? Have we arrived?"
"No, it is about midnight."
"Is there anything the matter?"
"I want you to see if you have been robbed.""
Tom was broad awake in an instant.
"Robbed!" he exclaimed, in alarm. He felt for his belt and was relieved.
"No," he answered. "What makes you ask?"
"Because I have had a wallet taken. It makes me laugh when I think of it."
"Makes you laugh!" repeated Tom, under the transient impression that his companion was insane. "Why should you laugh at the loss of your money?"
"I saw the thief sneak out of the stateroom," continued Mr. Waterbury; "but I didn"t interfere with him."
"You didn"t!" said Tom, completely mystified. "I would. Did you see who it was?"
"Yes; it was your friend and late roommate."
"Mr. Graham?"
"As he calls himself. I don"t suppose he has any rightful claim to the name."
"Surely, Mr. Waterbury, you are not going to let him keep the money,"
said Tom energetically; "I"ll go with you, and make him give it up.
Where is his stateroom?"
"Just opposite--No. 62."
"We had better go at once," said Tom, sitting up in his berth.
"Oh, no; he"s welcome to all there is in the pocketbook."
"Wasn"t there anything in it?"
"It was stuffed full."
Tom was more than ever convinced that his roommate was crazy. He had heard that misfortune sometimes affected a man"s mind; and he was inclined to think that here was a case in point.
"You"ll get it back," said he soothingly. "Graham can"t get off the boat. We will report the matter to the captain."
"I don"t care whether I get it back or not," said Mr. Waterbury.
Tom looked so confused and bewildered that his companion felt called upon to end the mystification.
"I know what is in your mind," he said, smiling. "You think I am crazy."
"I don"t understand how you can take your loss so coolly, sir."
"Then I will explain. That wallet was a dummy."
"A what, sir?"
"A sham--a pretense. My pocketbook and money are safe under my pillow.
The wallet taken by your friend was filled with imitation greenbacks; in reality, business circulars of a firm in Marietta."
Tom saw it all now.
"It"s a capital joke," he said, laughing. "I"d like to see how Graham looks when he discovers the value of his prize."
"He will look green, and feel greener, I suspect," chuckled Mr.
Waterbury. "You are certain you have lost nothing, Tom?"
"Perfectly certain, sir."
"Then we won"t trouble ourselves about what has happened. I fancy, however, it will be best to keep our own door locked for the remainder of the night, even at the risk of suffocation."
"That"s a capital trick of yours, Mr. Waterbury," said Tom admiringly.
"It has more than once saved me from robbery. I have occasion to travel considerably, and so am more or less exposed."
"I wonder if Graham will discover the cheat before morning."
"I doubt it. The staterooms are dark, and the imitation is so good that on casual inspection the strips of paper will appear to be genuine greenbacks."
Mr. Waterbury retired to his berth, and was soon asleep again. Tom, as he lay awake, from time to time laughed to himself, as he thought of Graham"s coming disappointment, and congratulated himself that he and that young man were no longer roommates.
When Graham returned to his stateroom Vincent, who was a light sleeper, was aroused by the slight noise he made.
"Are you up, Graham?" he asked.
"Yes; I got up a minute."
"Have you been out of the stateroom?"
"Yes."
"What for?"
"To get a gla.s.s of water."
There was a vessel of water in the cabin, and this seemed plausible enough.