contents scattered in all directions. Then he went down on his knees,
examining everything brought to light.

It must be confessed that he was in a fever of excitement. The Rover
boys might return at any moment, and he knew full well that to be
caught would mean a term in prison. He kept his ears on the alert
while his heart thumped loudly within his bosom.

"A pocketbook at last!" he cried softly, and snatched it up. One look
showed him a, small pile of five and ten-dollar bills, exactly two
hundred and seventy-five dollars in all. Then he found another jewel
case, and from it extracted a second diamond stud and a pair of very
fine cuff buttons.

"That is all I guess I can get," he muttered, as he stood up. "But
I might as well take a new outfit while I am at it," he added, and
picked up several articles of wearing apparel. These he stuffed in
one of the bags which had not been cut, and around it put a small strap.

Tiptoeing his way to the door, he opened it and listened. Nobody was
within hearing or sight. But as he stepped out, the waiter he had
before seen came once more into view, this time carrying a tray with
some bottles and a box of cigars. The waiter eyed him curiously again,
but said nothing.

"Too bad he saw me, but it can't be helped," thought Dan Baxter, and
made his way downstairs with all possible speed. Once in the lower
hall he lost no time in gaining the street. In another moment he was
swallowed up in the darkness of the night.