“Of course. I’m not in the habit of handing out poor advice. I’d rather keep my mouth shut. You’re sure you didn’t lose anything?”
“Oh, there’s nothing missing, so far as we could discover.”
“What all did he get into?”
“Everything, it seemed. I suppose he was looking for money and didn’t care for anything else?”
“Turned everything inside out and opened every bundle, box, and package in the room, eh?”
“Pretty near,” said the boy, moved to the interest of detail by this suggestion. “It seemed he saw me coming and hurried away without putting things back as he found them. There was a box in my trunk, wrapped in paper. He took the paper off and tucked it under some of the other things when he found he had to leave in a hurry, I suppose.”
“What was in the box?” asked Gunseyt, leaning back lazily on the sofa.
“A pair of electric shoes I’m taking to New York as a present to a man from a friend of his in London. They’re supposed to cure rheumatism.”
“It would be an extraordinary thief who’d steal anything of that sort,” Gunseyt remarked.
“Yes, I guess he wasn’t much interested when he saw what was in the box. He could hardly be expected to know they were wireless shoes!”