"I don't know what to make of it," answered George Van Pelt. "Nelson went after Billy Darnley, who robbed our stand. Perhaps he has met with foul play."
"Could our Gertrude have met with foul play at Lakewood?"
"I shouldn't think so. She knew where she was going, didn't she?"
"To be sure—to a Mrs. Broaderick's; she read the letter to me herself."
"Perhaps Mrs. Broaderick asked her to stay over," said Van Pelt. "I can't think of anything else."
While the pair were talking Mrs. Kennedy happened to look up the street.
"Here comes Nelson now!" she cried suddenly.
She was right, and soon our hero was at the stand, and shaking each by the hand.
"I feel as if I've been on a long trip," he said, with a broad smile.