“I bumped into an ash can on the sidewalk,” said Willie.
The watchman chuckled. “Look out ye don’t buy no goold bricks,” he said.
“I’ll be careful,” laughed Willie, and he went on down the pier. “He takes me for a greeny,” he said to himself.
Willie boarded the Lycoming and hustled up to the wireless house. But before entering, he once more put on his newsy’s coat and cap. Then he opened the door and stepped in.
“Hello, Roy,” he called.
“Hello, yourself,” replied Roy. He was busy at his wireless and for a moment he did not look up. “Glad you got back. Whatever kept you?”
Willie closed the door and stood where the light shone full on him. He remained there grinning, until Roy glanced around at him.
“What in the mischief happened to your clothes, Willie?” exclaimed Roy, springing to his feet.
“Nothing,” said Willie gravely. “This is my favorite disguise. I’m Hawkshaw, the detective, you know. Been out trailing thieves.”
“What’s all this nonsense?” demanded Roy. “What happened to you? Get into a fight?”