“Where shall I go?”
“There is a comfortable family hotel in Arundel Street, Strand. The charges, including room and board, are only about six shillings per day, or a dollar and a half in American money. At the Charing Cross they are higher.”
“Then I will go to Arundel Street.”
“Very well. When you reach London I will see you started for your hotel.”
“Shan’t I see you again, sir?”
“Yes, I will call around in the evening. By the way, I have thought of a way to put Professor Puffer off the track.”
“How is that, sir?”
“He will very likely question some of the hackmen. I will therefore take you with me to the Charing Cross. Then we will dismiss the hackman, and you can take a cab from there to Arundel Street.” This precaution was well taken. When Professor Puffer reached London he began to interview the hackmen.
“I had two friends arrive by the nine o’clock train,” he said, “a gentleman and a boy of sixteen.” Then he described them.
“They neglected to tell me at what hotel they intended to stop. Do any of you remember seeing them?”