"You will be surprised to learn that Micky came round to our store this afternoon."
"What for?" questioned Dick, in amazement.
"I don't know whether he came by accident or design; but Mr. Gilbert employed him to black his boots."
"Mr. Gilbert!"
"Yes. They seemed to be conversing earnestly; but I was too far off to hear what was said. Finally, Gilbert appeared to get angry, and drove the boy out."
"That's strange!" said Dick, thoughtfully. "Mr. Gilbert loves me about as much as Micky does."
"Yes, there seems to be some mystery about it. We may find out some time what it is. But here is your friend Fosdick."
"How are you, Fosdick?" hailed Dick from his cell. "I'm holdin' a little levee down here. Did you receive my card of invitation?"
"I've been uneasy all the afternoon, Dick," said Fosdick. "Ever since I heard that you were here, I've been longing to come and see you."
"Then you aint ashamed of me, even if I am in the station-house?"