“Very fine views, Maverick,” he heard one gentleman say to another, as both emerged from the door-way.
“That’s true, Fallon. I wish we had as good a lot. It would help our excursion tours wonderfully.”
The two men passed down the street. Bob gazed after them.
“One of them must be Grace Maverick’s father,” he said to himself. “I wonder where they live? I would like to take a look around, even if I didn’t go in.”
For Bob thought a country boy like himself had no business in one of those fine brownstone mansions, even if he had been invited to call.
Bob continued to look at the things displayed in the show window until he had noted them all. He made up his mind that there was more to the art of photography than he had dreamed.
“But I’ll master it, see if I don’t,” he muttered, as he turned away and resumed his walk. “I won’t be a nobody any longer.”
Bob had scarcely gone a dozen steps when he saw a familiar-looking figure approaching. The man was Slippery Paul Bidwell, the sneak-thief.
CHAPTER VIII
BOB OBTAINS A SITUATION
For the moment the sneak-thief did not recognize Bob.