“Shall we go to the hotel first?” questioned Roger.
“Might as well,” answered Phil. “They’d strike for the hotel first thing, after a sea trip like that. Maybe they were both seasick.”
“I hope they were—it would serve them right,” growled the senator’s son.
Dave and the captain were willing, and a little later walked into the Royal George Hotel. Here the boys looked at the register, but found no names that they could recognize. Then Dave brought out his photographs of Merwell and Jasniff and showed them to the hotel proprietor and his clerk.
“Nobody here that looks like either of them,” said the proprietor, while his clerk also shook his head.
“They came in on the Emma Brower,” said Captain Sanders.
“The Emma Brower!” cried the hotel man. “Is she in?”
“Why, I suppose so,” and now the commander of the Golden Eagle showed his surprise.
“She wasn’t in last night, and the agents were a bit worried about her. I know the agents personally, you see.”
“Then maybe she isn’t in yet!” cried Dave. “Let us go down to the docks and find out about this.”