"Have you had your dinner, Sir?" asked Ted of Mr. Carlton.
"Yes. On the train. Suppose we get our rooms—I'll ask for a private sitting-room—and then we can all go up and discuss the matter together from every angle, and decide upon what is the best thing for us to do."
Louise brightened at this ray of hope.
"Then you're not going to give up yet, Mr. Carlton?" she inquired.
"Never, till we find them—dead or alive. We're going to think of no news as good news."
Mr. Crowley nodded his approval.
"I have a week's vacation," added Ted, "and I shall be at your service."
"Thank you, my boy," answered Mr. Carlton, gratefully. He was a great admirer of Ted Mackay, ever since he had recovered from his prejudice against him because he was the son of a ne'er-do-well.
The new-comers made their arrangements at the desk, and were fortunate enough to secure a very pleasant suite. Louise and Ted went up in the elevator with them, and Mr. Carlton ordered coffee to be sent to the room.