chap. I'll just bet you anything that he's a regular

top-notcher! And I'll bet there's a whaling big reward out for him, too!"

"Well, I don't see that we've found out very much to-day," said Perry. "We've been after him ever since half-past eight, and all we know is that he calls himself 'Myron Addicks, Civil Engineer' and has a trunk and a bed and three tables in his room."

"That's a whole lot," replied Fudge emphatically. "That sign proves that he's a faker, doesn't it?"

"Well, it doesn't exactly prove it," returned the other.

"Of course it does! You don't suppose anyone really ever had such a name as 'Myron Addicks,' do you? And I guess you never saw a civil engineer playing a piano in a theater, did you? And what about the disguise?"

There was no getting around the disguise, and Perry hedged. "Well, anyway, we've got to find out more than we have yet, Fudge."

"Oh, we'll find things out all right. And I guess we've got plenty of time. That sign shows that he means to hang around here awhile, you see. If he was going to crack a safe within a few days he wouldn't go to all that trouble. I guess