CHAPTER XIX
A MEMORABLE NIGHT
When Rex came to his senses again he found himself leaning against a brown stone stoop. His head felt very queer.
“I wonder if it can be the effect of that glass of punch I drank?” he asked himself.
Then he glanced down at the sidewalk and saw that his valise—a handsome new one—was missing. A terrible fear came to him.
He put his hand to the breast pocket of his coat. Yes, it was true. He had been assaulted and robbed in the street.
His money, his return ticket to Philadelphia, were gone, to say nothing of his satchel and the clothes that were in it. He looked helplessly up and down the street.
All was quiet as it had been before. A man was coming toward him on the other side of the way. But that individual could have had nothing to do with robbing him.
No, the thief had made his escape long since, and it was hopeless to try to overtake him.
Rex had one thing with which to console himself. His watch—a silver one Syd had recently given him—had not been taken. He thrust his hands into his trousers pockets.
Yes, there was some loose change there. He took it out and anxiously counted it under a lamp. There were seventy-three cents all told.