orry to lose it. The articles were not expensive, but it would cost
him from a dozen to fifteen dollars to replace them.

Carl stepped to the door of his stateroom and called a servant who was
standing near.

"How long have we been at the pier?" he asked.

"About twenty minutes, sir."

"Did you see my roommate go out?"

"A tall young man in a light overcoat?"

"Yes."

"Yes, sir. I saw him."

"Did you notice whether he carried a valise in his hand?"

"A gripsack? Yes, sir."

"A small one?"

"Yes, sir."

"It was mine."

"You don't say so, sir! And such a respectable-lookin' gemman, sir."

"He may have looked respectable, but he was a thief all the same."

"You don't say? Did he take anything else, sir?"

"He took my pocketbook."

"Well, well! He was a rascal, sure! But maybe it dropped on the floor."

Carl turned his attention to the carpet, but saw nothing of the lost
pocketbook. He did find, however, a small book in a brown cover, which
Stuyvesant had probably dropped. Picking it up, he discovered that it
was a bank book on the Sixpenny Savings Bank of Albany, standing in the
name of Rachel Norris, and numbered 17,310.

"This is stolen property, too," thought Carl. "I wonder if there is much
in it."

Opening the book he saw that there were three entries, as follows:

1883. Jan. 23. Five hundred dollars.
" June 10. Two hundred dollars.
" Oct. 21. One hundred dollars.

There was besides this interest credited to the amount of seventy-five
dollars. The deposits, therefore, made a grand total of $875.

No doubt Mr. Stuyvesant had stolen this book, but had not as yet found
an opportunity of utilizing it.

"What's dat?" asked the colored servant.

"A savings bank book. My roommate must have dropped it. It appears to
belong to a lady named Rachel Norris. I wish I could get it to her."

"Is she an Albany lady, sir?"

"I don't know."

"You might look in the directory."

"So I will. It is a good idea."

"I hope the gemman didn't take all your money, sir."

"No; he didn't even take half of it. I only wish I had been awake when
the boat got to the dock."

"I would have called you, sir, if you had asked me."

"I am not much used to traveling. I shall know better next time what to
do."

The finding of the bank book partially consoled Carl for the loss of his
pocketbook and gripsack. He was glad to be able to defeat Stuyvesant in
one of his nefarious schemes, and to