"Where's that?"
Tommy scratched his head in perplexity.
He had heard the name of the hotel, but the rush, the whirl, and the bustle of the moment had driven it clean out of his head.
"I've forgotten!" he exclaimed. "But it don't matter so long as the boss told you, and you know."
"Look here, young fellow," replied the cabman, "this game won't wash. I never see you before, and I don't know nothing about bosses. You get out."
"What d'you mean?" cried Tommy, "ain't the trunks got the name of Stocker on them?"
"No, they haven't. It's name of Jones. See for yourself."
"I'll stay here," answered Tommy.
"Will you?"
"You bet I will. It's my opinion you want to steal the property."