"In the car. That is, the conductor picked it up and left it at the
depot for me. Where are you staying here in the city? At the Astor
House?"

"No, I have found a boarding house on West Fourteenth Street."

"If it is a good place, I should like to go there. What is the number?"

"I can't recall it, though I could find it," answered Rodney with
reserve, for he had no wish to have his railroad acquaintance in the
house.

"Is the gentleman who was traveling with you there also?"

"Yes, sir."

"He is a very pleasant gentleman, though he misjudged me. Ha, ha! my
friends will be very much amused when I tell them that I was taken for a
thief. Why, I venture to say that my box is more valuable than yours."

"Very likely," said Rodney coldly. "Good morning."

"Good morning. I hope we may meet again."

Rodney nodded, but he could not in sincerity echo the wish.

He was now confronted by a serious problem. He had less than ten dollars
in his pocketbook, and this would soon be swallowed up by the necessary
expenses of life in a large city. What would he do when that was gone?