counting out
the change and he now placed but forty cents on the man's desk.

The man picked up the money and for a moment it looked as if he would
not count it, but he did.

"Hey, boy, another nickel! You're short here."

"No, I'm not. I took a nickel for all the trouble I had in making
change." Ted felt mean and he knew his argument was a poor one, but he
was doing it for a purpose.

"Five cents, or I don't want the paper." He made a threatening motion
toward Ted.

Ted laughed at him. He threw the dime on the desk, picked up his paper
and backed out of the door. The man was muttering fiercely in
German.

Out on the street our hero watched from a nearby door. It was just
mid-day and people were hurrying for their lunch. But it was at least
twenty minutes before he saw his man walk out of the building. He
watched him and saw him stop at one, then at another stand and try to
obtain the desired paper. He was not successful and Ted saw him stroll
further down the street.

Two minutes later Ted was in Room 418. Walker joined them almost at
the same time.

Ted was introduced to the man to whom he had sold a paper a little
earlier and then the party got down to business.

"Walker, jump down and try the door," said Strong. "Here is the key."

But a new problem presented itself when Walker reported back that the
key would not fit the lock and Strong, incredulous, had proven the
truth of it for himself.

"Phew!" whistled Strong. "They must have changed the lock. They
figured the old one was too easy for anyone who had a mind to enter.
Come on, Walker, we'll try the window."

But they found no way of entering through the window. It was securely
fastened. Walker, with one foot on the edge of the fire-escape and the
other on the ledge of the next room's window and holding himself
secure with one hand, attempted to open that window also, but found it
just as securely locked.

"There is still one way before we think of any rough stuff," said
Strong. With the other three he went down to the third floor.

"Here, Ted, get on my shoulders and try the fanlight. Let's pray that
it opens."

It opened so very easily that they all laughed. But they found that
neither Walker, Strong nor Bronson could get through. But Ted could.

"Well," said Bronson, "I reckon it's up to the boy, isn't it?"

"It certainly is," said Strong.

Walker now very quickly, yet very clearly explained the workings and
the manipulations of the di