"Oh, I suppose everybody about town, who sees an actress on the stage, thinks himself entitled to claim acquaintance with her."
"Yes, I suppose so. I must call on her. I wonder where she is staying."
"No idea, but we can soon find out," and walking to one of the attendants, came back and said: "Petty's Hotel."
"Why that's close to the "Grosvenor." We will call to-morrow. I shall be awfully glad to see her again."
"And she'll be glad to see you, old chap, I should think."
At the close of the performance, the boys saw the girls to their carriage and, promising to call on the following day, bade Goody and his friend good-night, and walked to their hotel.
The boys strolled along in silence, and each guessed that the same thing occupied their thoughts. At last, Hal said:
"Look here, Reg, ever since I had that dream in which I saw Wyck and Dick laughing over our failure, I cannot forgive myself for not stopping at Toowoomba, and seeing Bill Adams, and making sure that Wyck is dead, for we have only old Brown's word for it, and he is the kind of fellow that would do anything for money. How do we know his death was not a put-up job?"
"Quite right, Hal, I think we ought to settle that point at once. If Wyck is dead, his clothes will still be at Toowoomba; if he is alive, he will have called for his stick, and we must find him."
"The express leaves at eight to-morrow morning. You can make an excuse for me to the girls, but let's keep the business to ourselves until it is settled," said Hal.