the manager. "We must find him. It's probably Munson, just as you suspect. Wait until I get some clothes on, and we'll search."
It was not an easy matter to look for Munson aboard a train consisting mostly of sleeping cars, the occupants of which had, in the main, retired. But when the urgency of the matter was explained to the conductor, he lent his aid, and by questioning the porters and brakemen, and such passengers as were aroused, it was learned that no one answering Munson's description had been seen.
"Of course it may not have been he," said Blake, when the fruitless search was over, "and, if it was, he may have jumped from the train."
"He could have done that," the conductor admitted. "We struck a pretty stiff grade not long ago and had to reduce speed. He could have jumped off, if he hit the right place, with little chance of injury."
Nothing more could be done, and, regretting the loss of the valuable films, Blake, Joe and the others returned to their berths.
"I'll wire all the agencies and warn them against buying those films," said Mr. Ringold. "That may help some. And I'll get a detective agency after Munson. Those pictures are too valuable to lose."
