"Certainly not," Mr. Blake assured him, "but perhaps we can help you. Mr. Foster, will you kindly pick out the man who told you about that message?"
The men stood up. Ed scrutinized each carefully.
"None of these," he said finally.
"Are you sure every one is here, Max?" asked Mr. Blake.
"Every one, sir; even the last man I hired, who has never had an apron on yet."
"Could it be any one from the outside?" faltered Jack.
"No one could get in here and manage to make his way through——"
"Excuse me, sir," said a very blond young waiter, "but I think a stranger has been in here. My locker was broken open and my apron—one of the best—is gone."
"Is that so?" spoke Mr. Blake sharply. "Then we have no time to spare.
The young lady——"
"Oh, don't say it," cried Jack. "Cora kidnapped!"