[CHAPTER XV.]
THE BURGLAR TRAP.
The German lad finished his preparations for astonishing Nestorville with elaborate care. Having adjusted his derby at what he considered a fetching angle, he prepared to descend and to conquer.
“Maype so I cotch idt an heiress,” he said to himself, “undt den I bodder no more midt der convertible sissage machine.”
Heiny was perfectly right when he concluded that he was about to astonish Nestorville. The porch of the hotel was fairly well occupied when he descended, and the street was also pretty well thronged. The sight of the German youth in his tight-fitting check clothes, gaudy socks, rainbow tie and yellow gloves created an amount of attention which gratified Heiny to the full.
“For der first time dey see idt in dis penighted village vot clothes vears a chentleman,” he said to himself.
His first jar came when a small boy stepped up to him.
“Say, mister?” said the urchin.