“Hullo, are you stopping here?” exclaimed our hero, as he recognized the slick features of Gabe Flecker.
“No, I am not,” was the quick reply, and then the dapper young man lost no time in leaving the hotel and disappearing.
“Do you know that young man?” demanded Sinclair Basswood, who had seen Frank address the dapper individual.
“Not very well. I met him once on the road.”
“He asked me for my autograph.”
“Is that so? What did he want to do with it?”
“Said he wished to put it in a collection he owns. He has that of our President, his Cabinet, and other celebrities.”
“He told me he was buying butter from the farmers,” said Frank, bluntly. “But, even so, he may be an autograph collector.”
“Well, the autograph didn’t cost me anything,” responded Sinclair Basswood, loftily. “He supplied the pen, and the paper too.”
“Are you sure it wasn’t an order you signed?”