DAN BAXTER GIVES AID
The next morning was a busy one for Dick. He visited the lawyer's office at an early hour and then went to the police station.
"We are watching those offices in Wall Street," said the officer at the desk in the station. "But so far neither Pelter nor Japson has shown himself. The clerks say they are out of town one in Boston and the other in Philadelphia, but can't give any addresses."
"Well, don't let up on the watch," replied Dick. "We want to get them if it can possibly be done. I may have another charge to make against them," and he told of how Tom had been struck with the footstool and was now in the hospital.
"They sure must be rascals," returned the man at the desk. "Well, we'd do all we can. But maybe they've cleared out for good."
Towards noon came a telephone message from Sam to the hotel. Dick had just come in and he answered it.
"Tom is a little better," said the youngest Rover. "He is conscious and has asked about dad and you. He has taken a little nourishment, too."
"What does the doctor say about the case?" questioned Dick, anxiously.
"He said it is a strange case and that he will watch it closely. I heard him say to the nurse to watch Tom very closely."
"Why, that he was so low?"