“I don’t know,” and Harrington looked confused as he made this unsatisfactory answer.
CHAPTER XXIII
A TELEGRAM
Roy saw at a glance that something was being concealed from him.
“How is it you don’t know where Rex went when he left you?” he inquired.
“Well, I didn’t see which way he went when he left the hotel,” answered Harrington. “I supposed though, he went home, and am surprised to hear he isn’t there. Atkins, here, may be able to tell you more than I can. Mr. Atkins, this is Roy Pell, Reggie’s brother.”
The pleasantest faced fellow in the room came forward and put out his hand.
“I’m glad to meet you, Pell,” he said, “and wish I could give you some definite information about your brother. I thought with Harri here that he was certainly at home.” He glanced over at the other two, who were softly strumming their banjoes in the window seat. “Come across the hall into my room,” he added.
“Good day, Mr. Harrington,” called out Roy, and followed Atkins.
He could see that Harrington was relieved to have him go.
“Now I’ll tell you the straight of it, Pell,” began Atkins, when he had invited his visitor to make himself comfortable in one of the many lounging chairs with which the apartment abounded. “You see, Harrington brought your brother to one of the pre-term time jollifications some of the fellows think they must have before coming up here. I was there. I didn’t care about going very much, but my room mate would go, and I went to take care of him more than anything else.