"Yes, Whyte, we'll be revenged," said Reg, handing the telegram to Hal.
"So far, so good. What's the next move?"
"Wyck will arrive a stranger here. He will enquire for the best hotel, and will be told the 'York.' He will tip the man, and ask him if there are any good-looking girls there, and he will be told that old Ford won't have a barmaid about the place, and is fearfully particular. Then he'll ask for another, and he ought either to be told of the South Australian Club, the United Service, or the Southern Cross. All these keep saloon bars, so we cannot do better than enquire at them."
"Why do you think he will proceed in that way?"
"Wyck is fond of ladies, isn't he? Well, where would a stranger go to talk to a nice girl? He'd go to a saloon bar, where so many good-looking girls are found."
"You're right, old chap. Let's go over to the 'Cross.'"
On entering the small saloon, they found a handsome young lady in attendance. After calling for drinks, Hal asked her how long she had been there.
"I only came yesterday," she replied, sweetly.
"Good-bye, miss," said Hal, with equal sweetness.
Johnny Lord's and several more were visited, but without success, for no one knew of such a person as they were enquiring for.