“Now if only the keys will work,” he muttered, breathing hard, and taking a bunch of keys from his pocket he tried them, one after another.

He had tried four keys without success, when he saw a waiter approaching with a trayful of good things for a late supper in a nearby apartment.  At once he moved away down the hallway and did not return until the servant had disappeared from view.

He had five other keys and the third fitted the lock, although rather crudely; so crudely in fact that once the lock bolt was turned the key could not be withdrawn.

“That’s bad,” he thought.  “But as it cannot be helped I’ll have to make the best of it.  I mustn’t stay here too long,” and going into the room he closed the door after him.

There was a faint light burning at one of the gas jets and this he turned up, and pulled down the shades of the windows.  Then he gazed swiftly around the large room, noting the boys’ trunks and traveling bags and several articles of wearing apparel scattered about.

“Oh, if only I can find what I am after,” he muttered.  “But more than likely they carry their money with them, or else they left it at the hotel office.”

All of the trunks and traveling bags were locked, and to force the trunks open seemed at first impossible.  One of the traveling bags was slit open with a sharp pocket-knife the bully carried and the contents emptied on one of the beds.

“Not much that I want,” muttered Dan Baxter, as he gazed at the collection.  Then a jewel case caught his eye and he opened it.  “A diamond stud and a diamond scarf pin!  Not so bad, after all!” And he transferred the jewelry to his pocket.

A second later he came upon a bunch of keys.  They proved to belong to the trunks and bags, and soon he had the trunks open and the contents scattered in all directions.  Then he went down on his knees, examining everything brought to light.

It must be confessed that he was in a fever of excitement.  The Rover boys might return at any moment, and he knew full well that to be caught would mean a term in prison.  He kept his ears on the alert while his heart thumped loudly within his bosom.

“A pocketbook at last!” he cried softly, and snatched it up.  One look showed him a, small pile of five and ten-dollar bills, exactly two hundred and seventy-five dollars in all.  Then he found another jewel case, and from it extracted a second diamond stud and a pair of very fine cuff buttons.

“That is all I guess I can get,” he muttered, as he stood up.  “But I might as well take a new outfit while I am at it,” he added, and picked up several articles of wearing apparel.  These he stuffed in one of the bags which had not been cut, and around it put a small strap.

Tiptoeing his way to the door, he opened it and listened.  Nobody was within hearing or sight.  But as he stepped out, the waiter he had before seen came once more into view, this time carrying a tray with some bottles and a box of cigars.  The waiter eyed him curiously again, but said nothing.