"I am going to advertise and then try all the leading hotels," was the answer. "I have a list of them here. If you want to help, you can visit one group of them while I visit another."
The senator's son was willing, and they started off without delay. During the day Dave rode around to exactly twenty-two places, but at each hostelry was met with the reply that no such person as Nicholas Jasniff had registered there.
"One day wasted," he sighed, but altered his opinion when he rejoined his chum.
"Jasniff was at the Hotel Silverin," said Roger. "But he left there a little over two weeks ago."
"Did he leave any directions for forwarding mail?"
"Yes, here is the address." The senator's son drew a notebook from his pocket. "43, Pulford Road, Noxham."
"Let us look up the place," went on Dave, eagerly, and got out his map of London and its suburbs. It was in the northern end of the metropolis, and they found a railway running in that direction.
"We can't go to-night very well, but we can try it the first thing in the morning," said Dave; and so it was decided.
On arriving in the vicinity of 43, Pulford Road, the two youths found the neighborhood anything but first-class. The houses were old and dirty-
