“Don’t you think we had better report to the police about that spoon first?”
“Of course.”
They soon met a policeman, who directed them to the station-house. They found the chief in charge, and quickly related what they had learned.
“Certainly an important clew,” said the chief. “I will send a man to follow it up without delay.”
“And I’ll leave the spoon with you to be returned to Mrs. Wright,” said Bob.
Bob and Frank then separated, as the young man had to send a telegram to the firm for which he worked. He was having a vacation, but had to keep in communication in case his services were needed.
Bob had but slight difficulty in finding a suitable boarding-house, where he obtained a neatly-furnished attic room and good board for four dollars and a half a week, washing thrown in. He had the landlady change the fifty-dollar bill, and paid for a week in advance.
“That breaks the fifty,” thought the youth. “But I think I had better learn more about the photographing business before I buy that camera.”
It was now too late to look for a situation, and Bob started out to hunt up Frank, who said he would stop at the American Hotel.
Bob had not been to a large city for some time, and the many sights to be seen pleased him greatly. He often hesitated to gaze into a shop window, and, when he reached a photographic outfit establishment, he stopped for a long time.