Part 22 (1/2)

”Well, Chicago is a close second,” answered d.i.c.k.

”And St. Louis and Philadelphia, and some other cities,” put in Sam.

”Ours is a big country and no mistake.”

The pa.s.sengers were already getting their belongings together, and in the parlor cars the porters were brus.h.i.+ng off the people and, incidentally, pocketing various tips. Then the train rolled into the Grand Central Depot, now called the Grand Central Terminal.

”Last stop!” was the cry, and the boys piled out, each with his suitcase. The sleepy crowd moved along the long platform, in the glare of the electric lights, and through the depot into the busy street.

”Cab!” ”Taxi!” ”Carry your baggage!” Such were some of the cries which greeted the boys' ears as they emerged on Forty-second Street. The clang of the street car gongs added to the din, and newsboys were everywhere, crying the latest editions of the afternoon papers.

”I'll get a taxi to take us down to the hotel,” said d.i.c.k, and soon the brothers were in a taxicab, with the suitcases in front, next to the driver. ”Outlook Hotel,” he ordered, and away they moved, out of the maze of vehicles, for certain thoroughfares of the metropolis are crowded nearly every hour out of the twenty-four.

”Somebody told me that New York never sleeps, and I guess that is true,” remarked Sam. ”It is half-past twelve and look at the people!”

The taxicab turned over into Fifth Avenue and sped down that noted thoroughfare for about ten blocks. Then it made another turn westward and reached Broadway, and almost before they knew it, the boys were at the main entrance to the Outlook Hotel.

Leaving the driver to turn the baggage over to the hotel porters, d.i.c.k paid the fellow and hurried into the building, with Tom and Sam at his heels. They found the night clerk and his a.s.sistant at the desk.

”I am Richard Rover,” said d.i.c.k, to the head clerk.

”Oh, yes, Mr. Rover,” was the answer. ”I am glad you have come.”

”Have you any word about my father?” went an d.i.c.k, quickly.

”Nothing, Mr. Rover. We have made all sorts of inquiries, but we haven't learned a single thing, excepting that he walked out of this hotel alone and didn't come back.”

CHAPTER XIII

AT THE OUTLOOK HOTEL

The news had not been totally unexpected, yet the three lads felt very much depressed. They had hoped that some sort of word might have been received concerning their father while they were speeding towards New York on the train.

”I wish you would give me all the particulars,” went on d.i.c.k.

”Here comes the manager,--he can tell you more than I can,” replied the clerk, and he nodded in the direction of a tall, heavy-set individual who was approaching.

”So you are Mr. Rover's sons, eh?” said Mr. Garley, as he shook hands.

”I am sorry for you, indeed I am. This is certainly a puzzle. Come in here and I will tell you all I know,” and he led the way to a small reception parlor that was, just then, unoccupied. He drew two chairs up to a small sofa, so that all might sit close together.

”I don't suppose any word came from the farm for us?” suggested Sam, as he was about to sit down.

”If anything came in the name of Rover I'd know about it,” returned the hotel manager. ”I am very much interested in this case.”

”Have you spoken to the police about it?” asked Tom.

”Not yet. I thought that perhaps you would not like it. Sometimes, you know, men go away and leave no word, and, later on, they come back, and they don't want anything said about it. So we have to be careful.”

”What have you got to tell us?” asked d.i.c.k.