“I might, if I knew your name and where you live.”
“I left my cardcase at home on the pianner, along with my jewelry, but my name’s Michael Burke. The boys call me Mike. I live at the Newsboys’ Lodge, when I’m at home.”
“All right, Mike; I’ll remember.”
The remainder of the walk was enlivened by conversation of a similar kind. Though Mike was not much of a scholar, he was well informed on local matters, and it was upon such points that Robert wished to be posted.
When they reached the hotel Mike uttered an exclamation of surprise.
“Say, do you see that man in the doorway?” he asked eagerly.
“What of him?”
“He’s the very man that cheated me out of my pay—the man I hit wid an egg. Here he is again.”
Robert surveyed the man with curious interest. He was a man of middle age, well dressed, but with a hard, stern look upon his face. He was by no means one likely to attract strangers.
“How do you know it is the same one?” asked Robert in a low voice.