“I imagine he did. Went this way,” and Bob illustrated as best he could across the room floor.
“That’s it. He is known as Slippery Paul Bidwell in New York.”
“He was slippery, that’s a fact.”
“He is a professional crook, and lives altogether by his wits. It’s greatly to your credit that you got the jewel case away from him.”
“It’s fifty dollars to my credit,” laughed Bob. “Say, do you know what I’m going to do with that money?”
“I haven’t the slightest idea.”
“I’m going to ask you to buy a camera and outfit for me. I’ve been thinking it over, and I don’t see why I can’t go around the country taking pictures of houses and so on, and make some money.”
“You can if you learn the business,” returned Frank.
“Will you teach me?”
“I said I would show you all I know. But you ought to get some points from a regular photographer.”