"No. I had the combination changed."
"And you haven't got the least idea then who took the bonds?" questioned Barton Pelter.
"Not so far."
"It's strange. Say, that's a fierce loss! I couldn't lose that much;" and the young man laughed nervously.
"Are you working in New York?" asked Tom, following an awkward pause.
"I haven't anything to do just now, but I am hoping to get a situation soon," answered Barton Pelter. "I've got to be going now," he added, and after a few words more, he made his way to the elevated station at the entrance to the Brooklyn Bridge.
"Evidently a pretty decent sort of a fellow," was Dick's comment, as the three brothers walked over to look at the newspaper bulletin boards. "It's too bad he has Jesse Pelter for an uncle."
"That news about our robbery seemed to astonish him," said Sam. "Did you hear him ask about the combination on the safe? He must have been wondering whether we suspected his uncle or Japson."
"That isn't strange," was Tom's comment, "when one knows what kind of rascals those two men are."
With the shadow of the loss hanging over them the Rover boys were in no mood to amuse themselves. Had it been otherwise, they might have gone to the theater or some concert, or possibly to some moving picture show. But, as it was, they spent most of their time at the offices and the hotel, and in looking around for clews.