“Oh, it must be there, Dave,” cried his chum. “Just take another look. Maybe the overcoat has gotten folded under another.”
Both youths made a thorough search, which lasted so long that Phil and Roger came into the hallway to ascertain what was keeping them.
“Dave can’t find his overcoat or his cap,” explained Ben. “We’ve hunted everywhere for them.”
“Didn’t you take them up-stairs last night?” questioned Phil.
“No, I left them on this rack. And Ben left his things here, too,” replied Dave. “I can’t understand it at all;” and he looked worried.
“Maybe Laura saw them and took them upstairs, thinking they wouldn’t be safe here,” suggested Roger.
“I hardly think that, Roger. However, as the coat and cap are not here, maybe I’d better ask her.”
Another search for the missing things followed, Dave looking through the parlor and the other rooms on the ground floor of the hotel, and even peeping into the restaurant, where a number of folks were at breakfast. Then he went upstairs and knocked softly on the door of the room which Laura and Jessie were occupying.
“Who is it?” asked his sister, in a somewhat sleepy tone of voice.