“It comes natural I guess,” replied John. “But what are you chaps doing in New York?”
They told him, and Bart suggested that perhaps John might happen to see Ned.
“If I do I’ll let you know,” the “warbler” replied. “Where are you stopping?”
“At the Imperial,” replied Bart. “You might telephone us if you hear anything of Ned.”
“I will. Come and have a glass of soda with me,” John added, but the chums were too anxious to keep on with their search to accept, and, bidding the “warbler” good-bye they kept on.
They got back to their rooms at noon, to find that William Perry was up and dressed, and impatient to go out.
“I want to begin to help you,” he said. “Did you see the clerk when you came in?”
“No. Why?” asked Fenn.
“He’s anxious to tell you something. Says they opened a valise a fellow left here and he thinks it might contain a clew that would help you.”
“Maybe it’s about Ned,” suggested Bart. “Come on fellows.”