“What’s the idea of all this?” Red demanded, sinking down on a rock to rest. “Dan brought us to this old hotel on purpose, didn’t he?”
“That’s right,” Brad agreed. “And here’s a note from him.” His keen eyes had sighted a slip of paper speared on a nearby tree branch.
Obtaining it, he read aloud: “Watch the windows of the hotel.”
“The windows?” Red repeated. “What does he mean by that?”
“Don’t know,” Brad shrugged. “Just keep your eyes peeled for anything unusual.”
“Such as what?” Midge demanded.
“I can’t tell you that. I don’t know myself. If you see Jabowski or anyone around, keep tab on ’em. Pick up any information you can, no matter how trivial it may seem.”
“But why are we doing this?” Mack complained. “I don’t get it.”
“Mr. Hatfield will explain later.”
“You and Dan seem to be on the inside,” Chips grumbled.