"I am afraid I have made a blunder. At the door of No. 58 I met a young man who told me he was Mr. Drayton's nephew, and asked me to hand him the bundle." "Did he come down stairs?" "No, he went into the room." "I didn't think you could be so easily imposed upon, Rupert. The man is undoubtedly an adventurer. Describe him." Rupert did so. "He had been sitting in the office for half an hour. He must have seen the tailor's boy bring in the bundle." "He is upstairs yet. Can't we get back the coat?" "You will know him when you see him again?" "Oh, yes." "Then take your position by the elevator, and if you see him come down, signal to the detective whom I will also station there. He will take care of him." Ten minutes later the elevator reached the office floor. Among those who stepped out was the young man, wearing an overcoat considerably too large for him. It was clear that he had put it on in No. 58, and was now about to wear it out of the hotel. He stepped out of the elevator, and with a slight glance about him made briskly for the door. But he had taken only two steps when Rupert caught him by the arm. "I want to see you a minute," he said. "I am in a hurry. I have an appointment. I will see you on my return." But the detective had now stepped forward. "You will have to stop now," he said, firmly. "I don't understand you. By what right do you detain me?" "Where did you get that overcoat you have on?" "It is my own. Hasn't a man a right to wear an overcoat?" "Yes, if it belongs to him. This seems too large for you." "True," said the young man, "it belongs to my uncle, Mr. Drayton." "Indeed. Then how do you happen to be wearing it?" "I have borrowed it for the day. Really this is very annoying." "What is your name?" "Charles Drayton," answered the young man, with some hesitation. "You will have to take off the coat and accompany me to the police station." "This is an outrage!" exclaimed the young man. "My uncle will be very angry." "If he identifies you, and assures us that it was by his authority you borrowed the coat, we will apologize." "But that won't make up to me for your unwarrantable interference. Take the coat and let me go." In spite of his protestations, however, Mr. Charles Drayton, as he called himself, was escorted to the nearest police station and held for examination. He was tried, and would have been sentenced to a term of imprisonment, Mr. Silas Drayton disclaiming all relationship, had not the old gentleman taken pity on him and declined to prosecute. It appeared at the trial that the young man was well known to the police as Sidney Marvin, an expert thief, born in London, but for three years a resident of the United States. Mr. Drayton was blamed for allowing him to escape punishment, but he was a soft-hearted man, and disposed to give the young man another chance. CHAPTER XXVIII. RUPERT RESIGNS HIS SITUATION.