"Yais, sah. Ah done tuck yo' all shoes jest now, fo' to shine 'em. I allers does dat 'long 'bout dish yeah time. I done tuck dat gen'man's shoes, too," and he nodded at Joe.
"Did you just take them?" Blake wanted to know.
"Yais, sah. 'Long 'bout two er free minutes ago. Didn't yo' all want me to?"
"Oh, that's all right," said Blake, as a puzzled look came over his face. "Then it was you who woke me up—taking my shoes?"
"Ah's mighty sorry, sah," spoke the porter, as he saw a vanishing vision of a tip. "Ah didn't go fo' t' do it, sah!"
"I don't mind about that," said Blake, "but there are some films missing from under my berth. Did you see, or take them?"
"'Deed an' Ah didn't, boss!" was the quick reply. "Ah ain't got no use fo' movin' picture films, 'deed an' Ah ain't!"
The man was evidently honest.
"Then they must have been taken earlier in the night," said Blake, slowly.
"By whom?" asked Joe.
"There's only one person I suspect—Munson. He must be on our trail, and that means trouble, Joe," spoke Blake, soberly.
