“Did you see his face at all, Dave?”
“No. Did you?”
“Not at all. He left the window so quickly I didn’t catch more than a glance of the side of his body.”
“He certainly left in a mighty hurry,” mused our hero.
“Dave, do you imagine it might have been Nick Jasniff?” asked the senator’s son excitedly.
“I thought of that, Roger. As the fellow passed under that lamp-post his form looked something like Jasniff’s. But that is rather a wild guess—a good many fellows might possess his general make-up.”
The two chums went back to their newspapers, and half an hour later they retired to their room. Both arose early, thinking to look over the automobile before breakfast, so that they might be ready to start off immediately after eating. When they reached the hotel garage, they found the colored man who was in charge very much excited.
“You gemmen didn’t send nobody down here to get your car, did you?” he questioned quickly.
“We certainly did not!” cried Dave.
“Has any one been here to get the car?” questioned the senator’s son.