others.

The Rover boys had just reached a place in front of the elevators when
the door to one of the back offices opened and much to their surprise
Nappy Martell and Slugger Brown came out. Evidently they had been sent
off by their fathers while their parents had been doing business with
the two strange men.

"Hello! what are you fellows doing here?" grumbled Nappy, gazing at
them suspiciously.

"Did my father come up here?" questioned Randy, before the others
could speak. "We want to see him," continued the quick-witted Rover.
"Maybe he's in Mr. Benson's office, fellows," he added. "Come on."

There was a Mr. Benson on that floor with an office in the rear.
Without saying another word to Nappy or Slugger, the Rover boys
marched to the door of the Benson place, knocked, and went in.

"Say, that was a neat trick, all right enough," whispered Jack to
Randy. "But now you've got us into it, you'll have to get us out."

"Humph! that's easy enough," was the ready reply. "Just leave it to
me."

A clerk came up, looking inquiringly at the boys.

"Excuse me, but did my father come up here?" questioned Randy
innocently. And then, as the clerk looked puzzled, he added: "I am
Randy Rover. My father is Thomas Rover of The Rover Company."

"Oh, I see!" and the clerk smiled. "No, I don't think your father came
up here, but I'll ask Mr. Benson." The clerk disappeared into an inner
office, to reappear a moment later. "Sorry, but your father hasn't
been up here to-day."

"Thank you," returned Randy; and then he and the others backed
themselves out.

The stairway was close at hand, and a few seconds later the four Rover
boys were on the fourth floor. Here they waited for the elevator, and
soon found themselves on the ground floor, and from that walked to the
street.

"Let's hang around and see if that fellow really goes away," advised
Fred.

This they did, and in a few minutes saw the two German-looking men
come from the building. They seemed to be in a great hurry, and lost
no time in disappearing up Wall Street in the direction of Broadway.

"I wonder if we hadn't better follow them?" said Fred.

"It might be rather a long-winded job, and we haven't time," answered
Jack.

"Let us stay around until my father is at leisure," said Randy. "Then
we can tell him what we have heard and see what he thinks of it." And
so it was decided.

CHAPTER XIII

FUN AT THE RAILROAD STATION

"There may be a good deal in