I guess all New York newsboys are. But where does Mr. Vanderhoof live?"

"He is stopping at the Globe Hotel. He told me he would remain in town
about two weeks longer, as he had some business to transact. I'll just
call up the hotel and ask him to come here. Meanwhile, tell Tim to come
in."

"Don't 'phone, dad," advised Dick. "I'll run down to the hotel in my
auto. If you call him on the wire he may suspect something. I'll bring
him here in the machine."

"All right, Dick. Maybe that's a good plan. But don't get excited. Be
calm. This may be only a boy's excited imagination. Mr. Vanderhoof
certainly seemed like a business man and not like a swindler. Of course,
I may be fooled. I have been, once or twice, in my time, but you've got
to take those chances. However, we'll not decide anything until we talk
to him. Go ahead."

"What will I do with the youngsters?" asked Dick. "I've got five of them
with me."

"Give 'em a quarter apiece and let 'em buy ice-cream," advised the
millionaire, with a laugh. "That is, all but Tim. Let him come in here
and wait."

"Twenty-five cents' worth of ice-cream each would put them all in the
hospital," explained Dick. "I'll make 'em distribute their wealth," and,
in a few moments he had sent the four boys off to see the sights of the
town, happy in the possession of a quarter of a dollar each, and with
strict injunctions not to get lost, and to be back at the bank in an
hour.

"Me to go inside de bank?" asked Tim, when Dick told him what was
wanted. "Say, I'm gittin' real swell, I am! If de kids on Hester Street
could see me now dey'd t'ink I was president of a railroad," and, with a
laugh he went into Mr. Hamilton's private office. While Dick was gone
the millionaire questioned the newsboy, who stuck to his story that the
man he had seen was a swindler, who had been under arrest in New York.

Dick made fast time to the Globe Hotel. When 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