Hardman, the boys hurried back to Darewell. The first thing Frank did was
to call at the hotel to make some inquiries regarding Mr. Hardman. But,
beyond the fact that he was registered there as coming from New York, and
that he seemed to have plenty of money, nothing could be learned. The man
was not in, the clerk said, and was in the habit of going off and staying
a day or two at a time. He had been at the hotel a little over a week,
but seemed to have no acquaintances except Sandy, Jim and the three
chums, if they could be so classed.
"Any luck?" asked Ned, as Frank stopped at his house that night, on his
way back from the hotel.
"No, none," was the reply in hopeless tones. "But I'm going there again
to-morrow. He may stay in, because it's Sunday, and I can get a chance
to talk to him."
"Better not let him know you want to speak to him," suggested Ned. "If
you do he'll make some excuse and slip out."
"I'll not send up my name when I inquire at the desk," Frank answered.
But his precautions were useless, for, when he called at the hotel the
next morning, he learned that Mr.
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