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Several weeks later he went to New York to question the Captain of the Wilhelm, hoping to clear away the clouds satisfactorily. To his amazement, the captain said there had been no Guggenslockers on board nor had there been persons answering the description, so far as he could tell. Through the long hot summer he worked, and worried, and wondered.
It's d'most peaceable town I ever saw." "Did you ever hear of the Guggenslockers?" asked the irrepressible Anguish, and Lorry felt like kicking him. "In Edelweiss? Never did. Friends of yours?" "Acquaintances," interposed Lorry, hastily, frowning at Anguish. "You won't have any trouble findin' 'em if dere anybody at all," said Sitzky, easily.
"Funny how you run across an American in every nook and corner of the world," mused Lorry, as they watched the stocky ex-man-o'warsman stroll off towards his hotel. "If we can run across the Guggenslockers as easily, we'll be in luck. When shall we begin the hunt? Tonight?" "We can make a few inquiries concerning them. They certainly are people of importance here."
Cheer up, cheer up!" "You go to thunder!" "Hold on! Don't talk like that, or I'll go back on you in a minute. I'm here because I choose to be, and I've more heart in the chase at this minute than you have. I've not lost hope, We'll find the Guggenslockers if we have to hire detectives to trace 'em from the United States to their very doorstep. We're going to see the police after breakfast."
"What an outlandish place for a girl like her to live in," he continued. "And that sweet-faced old lady and noble Uncle Caspar! Ye gods! one would think barbarians existed there and not such people as the Guggenslockers, refined, cultivated smart, rich. I'm more interested than ever in the place." "So am I! I'm willing and ready to make the trip, old man, if you are still of a mind.
He fancied he caught a sly look of triumph in her uncle's swift glance toward her. But Uncle Caspar was not a rose he was Guggenslocker. Guggenslocker butcher! Still, he did not look the part no, indeed. That extraordinary man a butcher, a gardener, a and Aunt Yvonne? Yet they were Guggenslockers. "Here is the waiter," the girl observed, to his relief. "I am famished after my pleasant drive.
There was certainly no Graustark; neither had the Guggenslockers sailed on the Wilhelm, all apparent evidence to the contrary notwithstanding. Lorry had been in a delirium and had imagined he saw her on the ship. If there, why was not her name in the list? But that problem tortured the sanguine searcher himself.
Both spoke German fairly well, and took every opportunity to brush up in that language, Lorry remembering that the Guggenslockers used many expressions that showed a preference for the Teutonic.
"Nice friends you pickup on railway journeys. I'd be ashamed." "Well, Harry, I'll confess I'm disgusted. This has been the most idiotic thing I've ever done, and if you say the word we'll get out of here on the first train freight or passenger. The Guggenslockers pigs!" Mr. Lorry was savage. "Not a bit of it, my boy, not a bit of it. We'll make a house-to-house canvass if the police fail us.
The two friends were delighted with the place, and Anguish advocated a sojourn of several weeks, even though they did not find the Guggenslockers, his object being to secure photographs and sketches of the picturesque people and the strange scenery, and to idle away some hours upon the glittering boulevards.
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