"Look for missing diamond ring in Miss Harrow's red-ink inkwell. If found, answer at once.
Thomas Rover,
"Outlook Hotel,
"New York City."
"They were mighty funny telegrams to send," said Tom, when he rejoined his brothers in the hotel smoking room. "Perhaps they won't know what to make of them."
"I am afraid we'll have to wait quite a while for an answer," returned Dick.
"Oh, I don't know. They can telephone the messages up to the seminary from the telegraph office."
"They'll find the ring just as I said unless somebuddy cleaned out the inkwell and took it," declared Andy Royce, who was rapidly sobering up because of the turn of affairs.
As it was getting late, it was decided that Dick should go to dinner with Dora as usual, while Tom and Sam took the former gardener to a corner of the restaurant for something to eat.
"I don't feel much like filling up," said Sam. "I'm on pins and needles about an answer to those messages you sent, Tom."
"Exactly the way I feel, Sam. But we'll have to have patience, I suppose."
The meal at an end, Dora went upstairs, and Dick rejoined his brothers and Andy Royce in the smoking room. Tom had left word at the hotel telegraph office that any message which might come in for hire must be delivered at once.
"Here comes a bellboy now!" cried Dick, presently.