re on his track. I don't think that he can escape."

"If he does he'll kill me," said Julius; "he suspected me afore. Now
he'll know I let out about him and Jack."

"He won't dare to come near you."

"Why won't he?"

"He knows the police are after him; he'll hide somewhere."

"I don't know," said Julius, thoughtfully.

"He'll be awful mad with me. He'll try to do me some harm if he can."

"I should be sorry to have any harm come to you, Julius," said Paul,
earnestly. "If Marlowe is arrested it will be all right."

"He shut me up last night before he went away; Jack and he did."

"How was that?"

Julius gave an account of his confinement, and how he escaped through
the help of Mrs. O'Connor. He did not know of Marlowe's subsequent
visit to the room, and his disappointment at finding the bird flown.
He did not know of this, not having dared to go round there since,
lest he should come upon Jack or Marlowe. Now he knew it was only the
latter he had to fear.

"You managed it pretty well about getting away," said Paul. "It
reminds me of something that happened to me--I was locked up in a
hotel once the same way," and he gave Julius a little account of his
adventure at Lovejoy's Hotel, with the jeweler from Syracuse, as
narrated in an earlier volume of this series, "Paul the Peddler."
Julius was interested in the story.

"Have you got any money, Julius?" asked Paul, when he had finished.

"I've got ten cents. I didn't have much luck this mornin'. I left my
blackin'-box in the room, and I didn't dare to go after it, as I
thought I might meet Marlowe or Jack."

"Haven't you had any breakfast, then?"

"Yes, I went down to the Long Branch boat and got a chance to carry a
carpet-bag. The gentleman gave me a quarter; I spent fifteen cents for
breakfast, and I've got ten left."

"You must stop and go to dinner with me, Julius. It is twenty minutes
to eleven already. I shall go at twelve."

"You spend too much money on me," said Julius.

"Never mind that. Where would I be if you hadn't told me about this
burglary? I should have known nothing about it, and I might have been
murdered. I've told about you to Mr. Preston, a friend of Mr. Talbot,
whose house I live in, and he wants me to bring you round to his
counting-room. He is going to do something for you."

Julius brightened up. He had never had any friend excepting Jack
Morgan, and the reader can form some idea of the value of such a
friend as Jack.

"When