he jumped from the auto, and hurried inside, the manager, who knew him, nodded a greeting.
"Is Mr. Vanderhoof about?" asked Dick, trying to keep his voice calm.
"Mr. Vanderhoof?" repeated the manager. "No, he went out a little while ago."
"Where?"
"Why, he said he was going back to New York," was the rather surprising answer. "A telegram came for him as soon as he got here and he left in a hurry. He just caught the express, and didn't even have time to take his baggage. He paid me his bill and rushed out in a hurry, telling me he'd send word where to forward his trunk. Did you want to see him about anything important?"
"It was, but I guess it will keep," replied Dick, trying not to show any alarm.
His worst fears were realized. Vanderhoof, alias Bond Broker Bill, had been warned by some confederates, perhaps, and had fled, after securing large sums of money from Dick and his father.
"And maybe we're not the only victims," thought Dick, as he left the hotel and turned the auto toward the bank.
"Well, what luck?" asked Mr. Hamilton, as his son entered.
"He's skipped out, dad!"
"He has, eh? Now to find out how badly we
