"Can you tell me anything at all about them?" went on Dave. "It is very important, indeed."
"I might as well tell you," put in Mr. Porter, in a low voice. "They were a pair of criminals."
"You don't say! Well, do you know, I didn't much like their looks," returned the clerk. "And come to think of it, one acted rather scared-like, the fellow calling himself Leeds—this one," and he pointed to the picture of Link Merwell.
"And you haven't any idea where they went to?"
"Not the slightest. They simply paid their bill and went away."
"Did they have any trunks sent off?" asked Roger. "We might find the expressman," he explained, to the others.
"No, they had nothing but hand baggage."
"What—can you remember that?" questioned Dave.
"Yes, each had a suit-case and a small valise,—kind of a tool-bag affair."
"Better look for that schooner, Dave," said his uncle, in a low voice, and in a few minutes more they left the hotel, telling the clerk that they might be back.
"Shall we get breakfast now?" questioned the senator's son. He was beginning to grow hungry.
"You can get something to eat if you wish,
