“Do you know when he left the hotel?” asked Nick.
“Before I came on watch.”
“Do you think he was returning to the hotel?”
“I don’t know about that. He might not have been.”
“Where was the boy taken?”
“To a hospital not far from the scene of the accident,” was the reply.
The detectives hurried to the place where the boy had been injured, and learned from the officer on the beat the name of the institution to which the boy had been taken.
In a short time Nick and Chick stood in a private room of the establishment, making an examination of the clothing worn by the boy, who had not yet recovered consciousness.
For a time they searched in vain.
Then, at the front of the coat, appeared a narrow slit. In this was a folded paper bearing an address, and the one word: