“Well, all the fellows except your brother and myself were more than half seas over before midnight. He became disgusted and got out. I was busy with Cheever, and didn’t have time to question him. Naturally Harrington feels a little sore over the thing. But he hadn’t any idea your brother hadn’t gone home till he got your telegrams.”
“But Rex—where do you suppose he is all this time?” Roy was terribly anxious. The whole affair was much worse than he had anticipated.
He was glad of one thing, though; that Rex had been disgusted with the orgy.
“I wish I could tell you,” answered Atkins. “I managed to get Cheever over to our house before morning. I don’t know what Harrington said about young Pell’s disappearance when he came to himself.”
“What did Reggie want to go with such fellows for?” groaned Roy. “But the wonder to me is why Harrington ever took him up. There must be at least five years’ difference in their ages.”
“Oh, Harri appeared to be quite fond of him. I guess your brother flattered him some. Dudley can stand a deal of that.”
“But I must find Rex. I’m sure he hadn’t money enough to keep him all this while. And I don’t know where to look first.”
“I wish I could help you,” returned Atkins. “I tell you what I’ll do. I’ll get ready now and go down to New York with you. You can come to our house and stay over Sunday with me. My father is a lawyer. He may be able to tell us what to do. What do you say?”
“You’re awfully kind,” returned Roy. “But I don’t like to intrude.”
“It won’t be intruding. The pater likes me to bring fellows with me. I wasn’t going this week, but that won’t matter. He’ll be glad to see me. You’ll come, won’t you?”