plans of our hotel. I want to take them with me. I ’ll meet you at the desk.”
He strutted off importantly. Babbing sat a moment. “If he brings down his satchel with those plans in it,” he said, “you ’ll get it to carry. And, at the first opportunity, you ’ll cut away with it. Understand? Take it to the office. They ’ll have keys to open it there. I ’ll get in touch with Chal as soon as I can, by ’phone. If he ’s still carrying his Chicago outfit in that bag, we ’ve got our case complete. Now, don’t get cheeky. If you ’re not careful, you ’ll stub your toe!”
III
A half hour later, a round-faced and sturdy youth of sixteen, breathing hard because he had been running, sat in a downtown express on the Subway, holding a small black hand-bag on his knees. He was struggling with a dimpled smile that continually escaped control and exploded in a snort. The other pas-
