“Seems like ’twas a half a day to me, any way,” protested Tom, with his hand again moving towards the seat of his digestion.
“The trouble is with Tom Flannery that he is always starvin’. I never see such a hungry boy,” explained the young detective.
“I can’t help it,” answered Tom; “I like to eat.”
Bob explained to Herbert that they had been waiting for him to join them for breakfast.
“I am sorry,” said young Randolph, “but I ate my breakfast on the way down.”
Tom Flannery was disheartened.
“Never mind, Tom,” said Bob; “we will have the breakfast some other mornin’—you and me and Vermont.”
When it was time for Mr. Goldwin to get down to business, our hero and the young detective started for the banking house.
A surprise awaited Felix Mortimer.