"And I'm very glad that you did stop to talk to him," returned Sam. He looked at his brother. "Come on, Tom, let us see if we can find Blackie Crowden."
CHAPTER XXII
ON THE TRAIL
The Ludding House was on the side street of the town, about three blocks from the hotel at which our friends were stopping. When the two Rovers arrived there they found the dining-room had just closed and only two men and an elderly woman were in sight.
"We are looking for a man who was around here—I think his name was Blackie Crowden," said Sam. "He is a man who stutters very badly."
"Oh, yes, I remember that fellow," returned one of the men who worked around the hotel, "He was here for lunch."
"Can you tell me where he is now?"
"No, I cannot."