"It's as great a mystery as the disappearance of our bonds," was Dick's comment.
"What has Nellie to say about it, Tom?" questioned Dora, anxiously; for even though she was married and away from them, her two cousins were as dear to her as ever.
"She doesn't say very much," answered Tom. "No one has seen or heard anything about the ring."
"But what of Miss Harrow? How has she treated Nellie since the fire?"
"She says Miss Harrow has not been very well, and consequently did not take part in the final examinations. Now the teacher has gone to Asbury Park, on the New Jersey coast, to spend the summer."
"Perhaps that mystery never will be solved," said Sam. "It's a jolly shame, that's all I've got to say about it!"
After dinner that evening, as it was exceedingly warm, none of the young folks felt like staying in the hotel. Dick proposed that they take a stroll up Broadway.
"We can walk till we get tired," he said, "and then if you feel like it, we can jump into a taxi and take a ride around Central Park before we retire."
"That will be nice," returned Dora; and Tom and Sam said it would suit them, too.
As usual, upper Broadway—commonly called The Great White Way—was ablaze with electric lights. As the young folks strolled along, the great, flaring advertising signs perched on the tops of many of the buildings interested them greatly.