"How did you happen to stop here then?" asked Ned quickly.
"Me? Why young impudence, I'm the proprietor of this lodging house! I live here! That's why. Hey, Bill!" he called in a loud voice, "come here. There's trouble."
In answer to the summons a big man, evidently the night porter or watchman, came shuffling down the corridor.
"What's the trouble, boss?" he asked, and Ned began to believe the man had spoken the truth when he said he was the proprietor of the place.
"Why, here's a kid comes into my room when I'm asleep and takes my cash right from under my pillow. I wake up just in time to see him sneak back into his room and when I get him with the goods on him he has the impudence to deny it. There's part of the cash," and he showed Ned's money, "but I want the rest. Better call a policeman, Bill."
"All right, boss. Just as you say," and the porter shuffled off.
"Do you mean to say you're going to have me arrested on a charge of stealing your money?" asked Ned.
"That's what I am unless you give it up."
