Part 19 (2/2)
”Do I look glum?”
”You look as if you had but one friend in the world, and were about to lose him.”
”That may be true enough,” muttered Graham.
”Come, man, don't look so downcast.”
”I'm out of luck, and out of cash, Vincent.”
”We're both in the same boat, as far as that goes; but that isn't going to last. How about our stout friend? Can't we make him contribute to our necessities?”
”I don't believe he's got any money.”
”No? Why, I heard him tell the boy he had six hundred dollars.”
”Where does he keep it?”
”In his pocketbook probably.”
”Will you oblige me by stating how we are going to get hold of it?”
”I look to you for that.”
”He's too careful. I leave you to try your hand.”
”Let me go in to breakfast. There's nothing like a full stomach to suggest ideas.”
So the two went to the breakfast table, and Graham, in spite of his disappointment, managed to eat a hearty meal.
An hour later Mr. Waterbury and Tom were standing on deck, conversing with Jennie Watson and her mother, when Graham and Vincent approached arm in arm. As soon as they were within hearing distance Mr. Waterbury purposely remarked, ”By the way, Mrs. Watson, I met with a loss last night.”
”Indeed!” returned the lady.
Graham was about to push on, not wis.h.i.+ng Vincent to hear the disclosure, as it might awaken his suspicions; but the latter's curiosity was aroused.
”Wait, Graham,” he said; and Graham, against his will, was compelled to slacken his pace.
”A man entered my stateroom during the night, and stole a wallet from my coat pocket.”
Graham changed color a little, and Vincent seemed amazed.
”Did you hear that, Graham?” he asked.
”Yes.”
”What does it mean?”
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