he appeared to know.

"I want dinner for two, Mr. Robinson," he said.

"For two! You haven't brought your wife along with you, Holden?" he
said, jocosely.

"No, I haven't come across any such lady yet. I've got a boy here who is
bound to me. And hark you, landlord," he added, in a lower voice, that
Herbert might not hear, "he will pay you for his dinner out of a five-
dollar bill which he has with him. YOU NEEDN'T GIVE BACK THE CHANGE TO
HIM, BUT TO ME."

"Yes, I understand," said the landlord, winking.

"I prefer to keep the money for him. He has refused to give it up and
this will give me a chance to get hold of it without any fuss."

"All right."

"If he kept it himself he'd spend it in some improper way."

"Just so. I'll attend to it."

Now our hero was gifted with pretty sharp ears, and he caught enough of
this conversation to understand Mr. Holden's plot, which he straightway
determined should not succeed.

"You shan't take me in this time, Mr. Holden," he thought.