“Sir,” said Graham, taking a cigar from the box, “our misfortune is directly due to the uncontrollable appetite of our companion, but none the less I congratulate you upon your ingenuity.”
“Thanks,” said Mr. Braithwait. “Did I not tell you that you were stupid?”
Mr. Graham bowed.
“You have taught us a lesson,” he said gravely. “I think it is time to abandon the business.”
“Well, I’ll be——” Baxter gasped, and could say no more.
“We are disgraced!” exclaimed the youngest burglar, bitterly.
Mr. Braithwait waved his hand.
“I am sleepy,” he said, with a yawn. “Gentlemen, good-night; I will see you again—in court.”