THE YOUTH IN THE BALCONY For a moment Dave stared at Nat Poole in perplexity.

He saw that the money-lender's son was in earnest.

Like a flash he realized that something was wrong.
"See here, I want no more fooling, Nat," he said, sharply.

"My watch and chain, my scarfpin, and thirty-three dollars in bills were taken from me, either by you or your companion.

I want them back, and now!" "Dave, you--er--you don't mean that you--you were--robbed ?" Nat could hardly utter the words.