ng chin, a gentle dream-smile upon
his regular features.

"Well, wotter yuh know about----" the officer began.

"Hush!" Anthony said gently.

"What?"

"Don't wake the youngster!" Anthony whispered sharply. "There's no need
for that, officer. Look around if you like and then let us get out of
here."

He folded his arms and waited, while the officer, visibly puzzled, poked
about the room, and Wilkins, on his feet and smiling sheepishly,
tip-toed to the door--while the night manager of the Lasande stepped in
and looked about with a mixture of perplexity and relief, and Johnson
Boller stood and stared at the sleeping David.

"Are you quite sure it was this window, officer?" the manager asked.

"I am that, if this is the one next to the corner of the house."

"But are you quite sure that you didn't imagine it?" Anthony asked
tartly.

The policeman looked him over gravely.

"Boss, when I can see a man in black clothes staring down at me, letting
off a little howl of fright, and then turning around and going into a
window--when I can see that and it ain't there, I'll turn in my tin and
go back to the docks. The guy came in this window and----"

"Well, since it is quite evident that he didn't, he couldn't have come
in," the manager of the faultless hotel said hastily, as he caught
Anthony's expression. "You've made a mistake in the window, officer.
We'll go down and look up from the street again and see just what window
you do mean."

"But----"

"We will not bother the gentlemen further," Mr. Dodbury said firmly.

Anthony nodded.

"Show them out, Wilkins. Come, Johnson."

"Wait a second," Johnson Boller said softly, as the others filed out of
sight.

"Wait for what?"

"I want to admire this little cherub, sleeping here so soundly," Mr.
Boller muttered.

"Don't be absurd! Come and----"

This thing of losing sleep rendered Johnson Boller uglier than could
anything else in the world.

"Are they out of hearing?" he said. "All right. Somebody did close a
window in here. I heard it close!"

"When?"

"Five minutes before the last excitement," said Mr. Boller. "How many
pair of pajamas did Wilkins give this kid?"

"What? One pair, I suppose. Why?"

Johnson Boller grinned almost wickedly.

"Because there's a pajama suit under that chair and it's been worn!"
said he. "What's the kid wearing in bed there?"

He stepped forward suddenly and jerked back the covers, and Anthony
stepped forward with a sha