CHAPTER XXVI.
HOW A SATCHEL DISAPPEARED.
“They certainly mean mischief,” Joe told himself, after the two men had vanished. He saw them enter an elevator, but did not know at what floor they alighted.
Looking over the hotel register he was unable to find the names of either Caven or Malone, or even Ball. Evidently the rascals were traveling under other names now.
“They'll bear watching,” he concluded. “I must put Mr. Vane on guard as soon as he comes in.”
He gave up the idea of leaving a note and took his station in the corridor of the hotel. After waiting about two hours he saw a well-known form approaching, dress-suit case in hand.
“Mr. Vane!”
“Oh, Joe, so you're here already! I'm glad I won't have to wait for you.”
“I'm afraid you won't be able to get a room, Mr. Vane. But you can have mine.”
“I telegraphed ahead for a room, Joe.”