ncent, for it was his
confederate who approached.

"Nothing in particular. Why?" responded Graham.

"What makes you look so glum?"

"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 wishing 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?"

"How can I tell?"

"I hope you did not lose much," said Mrs. Watson, in a tone of sympathy.

"I lost the wallet," said Mr. Waterbury, laughing.

"Was there nothing in it?"

"It was full of bills."

Vincent looked at Graham with new-born suspicion, but Graham looked
indifferent.

"It appears to me that you take the loss cheerfully," said Mrs. Watson,
puzzled.

"I have reason to. The fact is, I was prepared for the visit, and had
filled the wallet with bogus bills. I fancy they won't do my visitor
much good."

The lady smiled.

"You were fortunate, Mr. Waterbury," said she. "Do you suspect any one