"Well, Frank, I wish you success, I am sure. Some day I may be proud to know you."
"Now I might write a story about you, and call it 'The Boy Burglar.'"
"Don't! I have no wish to figure in that character."
Half an hour later the door opened, and the detective entered, dressed for a walk.
"Now, if you two burglars are ready," he said, "we will take a stroll."
CHAPTER XIII. — THE HOTEL CLERK'S MISTAKE.
"What was the name of your room-mate, Fred?" asked Frank Hamblin, as they went down-stairs.
"I didn't notice. He registered before me."