Walking up to the office counter Dick inspected the register. On the third page from the last written upon he found the entry:
"Jack Wumble, Denver; Room 144."
"There, what do you think of that?" he demanded, as he showed his brothers the entry.
Both were dumfounded, and for the moment knew not what to say.
Dick turned to one of the clerks.
"Is Mr. Jack Wumble in?" he asked.
The clerk looked at the row of keys behind him.
"No, sir; he's out."
"Have you any idea when he will be back?"
"I have not. Perhaps he is back already and over in the smoking room."
"I don't know him personally, but I am very anxious to see him."