, and
entered the street. "I don't care about seeing you or your house
again. I shall get my breakfast somewhere else."

Mr. Blodgett walked rapidly till he reached a shabby-looking brick
tenement house not far from Dover Street. This he entered with a
pass-key, and going up to a room which he generally occupied,
proceeded to change his clothes for others more comfortable to city
style. This alone changed his appearance greatly; but not satisfied
with this, he took from a bureau drawer a black silky mustache and
carefully attached it to his upper lip. Then he looked complacency in
the glass, and said, with a smile: "I think my young friend from New
York won't recognize me now. If we meet, and he suspects anything, I
can easily put him off the scent."

Sam woke up about seven o'clock. He opened his eyes, and looked about
him in momentary bewilderment, not immediately remembering where he
was. As recollection dawned upon him, he looked for Abner Blodgett,
but nothing was to be seen of him. The appearance of the bed, however,
showed that he had occupied it.

"He has got up," thought Sam. "I wonder if it is very late."

A church clock began to strike, and he counted the strokes.

"Seven o'clock!" he said. "Well, that isn't very late, but I may as
well get up. I've slept like a top all night long. I suppose I was
sound asleep when my roommate came to bed. I guess he's gone to take a
walk before breakfast."

Sam jumped out of bed and began to dress. As he was drawing on his
pants, he thrust his hand mechanically into his pocket to feel for his
money. He did so without the faintest suspicion of his loss. When he
discovered that his pocket-book was not in its usual place he grew
anxious and hurriedly examined his other pockets.

But in vain!

Then he looked on the floor. Possibly it might have slipped out of his
pocket and be lying on the carpet. Again his search was vain.

Then, for the first time, suspicion of his roommate entered his mind.
Sam was no stranger to the tricks and wiles of a large city, and he
saw clearly now how he had been cheated.

"It's that skunk Abner Blodgett!" he exclaimed, indignantly. "He's
regularly done me! I'll bet he's no more a countryman than I am. I
just wish I had him here. I'd pound him."

Sam was indignant, but not discouraged. He did not give up his money
for lost yet. He determined to seek Abner everywhere, and unmask him
when found. If he did not recover his money it would no