The boys left the hotel for the purpose of consulting freely together outside. As they paced the street, Reg said:
"That certainly seems strange. W—k may stand for Wyck, and S—l for Sal, for that is the barmaid's name. If it is so, he is still in Brisbane."
"Yes, I suppose so," answered Hal, thoughtfully.
"Would it not be as well to question that girl about it?"
"Why, of course, of course. What are we thinking of?" and Hal turned back and once more entered the hotel.
"Do you know where Wyck is now, miss?" he asked in a familiar manner.
"No, I don't," answered she in a flurried way, blushing to the roots of her hair.
"Yes you do, miss," said Reg, laughing. "He is a friend of ours and we want to see him badly."
"I don't know who you mean," she answered, becoming very red and angry. And the boys seeing there was no chance of finding out anything went out again.
As they passed the Post Office they called in on the chance of finding something, and were gratified at having a telegram handed to them, which read as follows: