They left the house and went on down to the hotel at which Miss Evangeline Todd was staying. She had just concluded her breakfast when they arrived.
"Have you any news?" she asked quickly, when she recognized her visitors.
"We have news, of a sort," admitted Fenton Hardy.
"Tell me. What is it? Has Todham been found? Is he well?" Miss Todd sank back in a chair and fanned herself with a magazine. "Don't keep me in suspense."
"We have found a man who may or may not be your brother."
"Where is he?" demanded Miss Todd, getting up quickly. "Take me to him at once?"
Mr. Hardy laid a restraining hand upon her arm.
"Don't count on this too much, Miss Todd," he advised. "This man may not be your brother at all. As a matter of fact, we have nothing definite to go on, but we'd like to have you come with us and identify him if you can."
"Identify him? Is he dead?"
"No. But he's in a local hospital."