The cab halted in front of the hotel and the doorman assisted them to alight. Telling the driver to wait, the three hurried inside, going directly to the desk.
“We should like to see Mr. Swenster,” Madge said. “Is he here?”
The clerk shook his head regretfully.
“Sorry. He checked out some time ago. He went at least a half hour ago, I’d say.”
“You don’t know where he was going?” Madge demanded eagerly. “It’s very important.”
“You might inquire of the starter,” the clerk suggested. “I believe Mr. Swenster called a taxi.”
The three hurried outside again, asking the same question of the doorman. He did not know Mr. Swenster by name but recalled him from Madge’s accurate description.
“If I remember rightly, he went to the Union depot,” he informed.
They sprang into the waiting cab, directing the driver to take them to the station.
“Step on it!” Madge ordered.