“We can wait till he’s better, then,” Jennie suggested. “John will be in town this morning and we’ll go to his office and then go home with him and wait until you can see Mr. Gordon.”
Mr. Montgomery snorted, but said nothing. Indeed, he seemed very glum after they were in the cab.
What a distance it did seem to Garvan’s Hotel! The cab traveled at high speed, for there was not much traffic at this hour and the few policemen paid no attention.
“This isn’t at all the part of the city I thought Mr. Gordon lived in,” observed Nancy, once.
Mr. Montgomery made no comment. Jennie squeezed her chum’s hand and sat closer to her. To tell the truth, Jennie was getting a little frightened.
The cab passed through a web of narrow streets. The girls, although they knew something about the city, were soon at sea as far as the locality was concerned.
“Where are we?” cried Nancy, at last.
“We have arrived,” spoke the Senator, harshly. “Jump out. I’ll take you right indoors. I have been here to see Gordon before.”
“But—but this doesn’t look like a hotel,” murmured Nancy, first to reach the sidewalk.
The houses were rows of mean-looking, three-story brick edifices. They were in a narrow street near the corner of a wider thoroughfare.