an inspiration the thought came to him as the two men, quick as
cats, leaped for the door and shoved it in. Ledermann had a
flashlight in his hand, and he swept the little room, making an
exclamation as he found what he sought and feared. In the corner
he saw a little boy curled up asleep.

Adolph seized the boy's foot and jerked it roughly. With a start
he awoke, muttering, "What's the matter?"

"Come out here!" cried Ledermann, as Adolph hauled the boy out of
the door.

"What's the matter?" cried Porky. "I ain't doin' any harm! I
was tired, and went in there, and I must have gone to sleep.
How'd you know I was there? Are you police?"

"Yes, that's it!" said Ledermann. "You've guessed it. We are
policemen."

"Where's your uniforms?" he asked then. "You ain't policemen.
What you doin' here yourself? You can't arrest me for just goin'
to sleep in this dinky little dog house. Gee, I might have slept
all night! Guess I'll go along. Pop and Mom'll fix me for bein'
so late." He started to rise, but Ledermann pushed him back.

"Not so fast, not so fast, young follow!" he said slowly. "I
would like to find out, if possible, just how much asleep you
were. You see we don't think you would listen to anything that
was not intended for your ears, but we want you to tell us if you
did hear any little thing. By mistake, of course."