Ned wondered who his unseen questioner was, but he was too tired to care much.
He undressed, and crawled into bed. His overcoat answered well for a blanket, and soon he began to feel warm and drowsy, in spite of his strange surroundings.
He must have slept for several hours when he was suddenly awakened by a pounding on his door.
"What is it? Is the place afire?" he called, sitting up in bed.
"Fire nothing! I want my money you took!" It was the voice of the man who had asked him if he snored.
"I haven't your money," Ned answered, thinking the man might be a lunatic.
"Yes, you have! You sneaked into my room and took it! I woke up just in time! Open the door or I'll break it down!"
Ned sprang from his bed and turned the key. The door flew open and a big man with a red moustache entered.
"Give me my money!" he demanded, striding up to Ned.
