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"John will be in town this morning and we'll go to his office and then go home with him and wait until you can see Mr. Gordon." Mr. Montgomery snorted, but said nothing. Indeed, he seemed very glum after they were in the cab. What a distance it did seem to Garvan's Hotel! The cab traveled at high speed, for there was not much traffic at this hour and the few policemen paid no attention.
"How far is it to Garvan's Hotel?" asked Nancy. "It's some distance," replied Mr. Montgomery. "I only hope Gordon is not hurt as badly as the paper says. Of course, if he is in the hands of doctors and nurses they may refuse to let any of us see him." "Oh! I hope not!" exclaimed Nancy. "We can wait till he's better, then," Jennie suggested.
The taxi-cab driver paid no attention to the girls as they got in. Scorch took his seat beside him, and they were off. In a very few minutes they stopped at Garvan's Hotel, in a much better-looking neighborhood, and Scorch paid for the cab. "Come on, now, and let me do the talking," said the red-headed youth. "That gray man is ahead of us; but he isn't the whole thing around this hotel.
"He he is a peculiar boy. But I know him. I have been to his home. He is my friend." "And Garvan's Hotel?" "Is where Mr. Gordon lives. He is a bachelor." "Ah! Then I presume it is all right. But to go to Cincinnati at night there is a train in an hour " "Dear Madame Schakael!" cried Jennie. "Let me go with her. I'll take care of her."
Cops saw you pass, and switchmen at the trolley crossin's. "So we got here just as the taxi was whiskin' his nibs away " "Then he's not in the house?" "I knew he wasn't when I asked," said Scorch, calmly. "He's beat it for Garvan's. That's where we'll go, too." "Oh, Scorch!" cried Jennie. "You're wonderful. How you going to get us out?" "Not by the window, I hope," murmured Nancy.
She did not suppose that the red-haired youth would be allowed to remain at Garvan's Hotel over night. As it chanced, it was a very good thing Nancy Nelson sent this message, and addressed it as she did. But, of course, neither she nor Jennie Bruce suspected how important the matter was at the time. And, within a few minutes, something else gripped the attention of the girls.
I do not understand it, but perhaps you will. Here is the evening paper it in part solves the mystery. But who, my dear, signs himself or herself 'Scorch'?" "Scorch!" gasped both Nancy and Jennie together. The Madame pushed the yellow slip of paper toward the startled Nancy. She read at a glance what it contained: "Come to Garvan's Hotel at once. G. in bad way. See P. & O. accident. Scorch."
I was with him all night. Then I ran home for breakfast and found your telegram. Then I beat it for the station. But you'd got away before I got there." "Senator Montgomery came down on the train with us," explained Nancy. "And he said he was coming right to Garvan's Hotel to see Mr. Gordon This is not the hotel; is it, Scorch?" "I should say not!" returned the boy. "He fooled you.
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