"
Luke had not been accustomed to stopping at hotels, and did not
know that this was the usual custom. It struck him, however,
as an excellent arrangement, and he resolved to avail himself
of it.
When he went downstairs he didn't see Mr. Coleman.
"Your friend has gone out," said the clerk. "He wished me
to say that he would be back in half an hour."
"All right," answered Luke. "Can I leave my pocketbook with you?"
"Certainly."
The clerk wrapped it up in a piece of brown paper and put it
away in the safe at the rear of the office, marking it with Luke's
name and the number of his room.
"There, that's safe!" thought Luke, with a feeling of relief.
He had reserved about three dollars, as he might have occasion
to spend a little money in the course of the evening. If he were
robbed of this small amount it would not much matter.
A newsboy came in with an evening paper. Luke bought a
copy and sat down on a bench in the office, near a window.
He was reading busily, when someone tapped him on the shoulder.
Looking up, he saw that it was his roommate, J. Madison Coleman.
"I've just been taking a little walk," he said, "and now I am
ready for dinner.
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