"That's a very queer question to ask me," thought Fred. "Yes," he answered, "I rested very well." The detective and the clerk exchanged glances. This statement did not accord with what Fred's room-mate had said down-stairs. "The bed was very comfortable," added Fred by way of compliment to the house. "I am glad you found it so," said the detective dryly. "Did you come upstairs to ask how I rested?' asked Fred, with a smile. "You are sharp, my young friend," said the detective, "and I think I may say wonderfully cool under the circumstances." "Under what circumstances?" asked Fred, his attention drawn to the last part of the detective's speech. "There was a burglary committed yesterday afternoon in Elmira," said the detective, fastening his eyes keenly on the face of the train boy. "Was there?" asked Fred, not seeing in what way this information was likely to affect him. "I thought most burglaries were committed in the night." "They are, generally, but this was an exception. There was no one in the house except old Mr. Carver, who is quite hard of hearing. The burglary probably took place about five o'clock, and the burglar is supposed to have taken the 5:51 train from Elmira." "Why, that is the train I was on," said Fred in surprise. "By a curious coincidence," said the detective with a queer smile, "it was by your train that the burglar probably traveled." His tone was so significant that Fred asked quickly, "What do you mean?" "I mean, my young friend," said the detective, "that you are suspected to know something of this affair." "If you are a detective," retorted Fred, "I don think much of your sharpness. I have never been in Elmira in my life." "Probably not," said Ferguson, the detective, with a provoking smile. "I passed through there yesterday on my way from New York. With that exception, I never saw the place." "That may be true," said the detective cautiously, "or it may not. I will take the liberty of examining your luggage to see if I can find any of the stolen articles." "You are welcome to do it," said Fred. "Bring it out then. Where have you put it--under the bed?" "All the luggage I have is in this bundle," said the train boy. "You can open that if you think it will do you any good." "You are sure you have no valise?" Ferguson, who, like most of his class, was suspicious, peeped under each bed, but found nothing to reward his search. Somewhat disappointed, he went to the table and opened the newspaper bundle. He did so listlessly, not really expecting to find anything, but as he unrolled Fred's shirt there was a triumphant look in his eyes when he uncovered the gold watch and chain. "Just as I thought," he said, with a nod to the clerk. "What is that?' gasped Fred. "It appears to be a watch and chain," answered Ferguson coolly. "Possibly you can tell me how it came there." "I know nothing about it," said Fred in dire amazement. "You do not claim it as yours, then?"