“No. She left early in the summer. We rented from an agent, Mr. Simpson.”
“Ah, that simplifies the case, eh, Poke?”
“Like anything,” was the cheerful response. “Lead us to him.”
“Do you fellows know him?” asked Jim doubtfully.
“Rather! We’re very dear friends of his. You leave it all to us.”
They went on up, bowed to Mrs. Hazard, who still waited in the hall, and made for the corner room. Jim dropped back.
“Well, well, if it isn’t Bull!”
Gary turned with a doubtful grin.
“Hello, Poke! Hello, Gil! Where’d you fellows come from? Aren’t living here, are you?”
“No, we’re still at the old place,” answered Gil. “Whose room is this, Bull?”