a typewriter, and a very old man who was at the books.
"Japson must be keeping out of the way," mused Tom, as he descended to the street. "I wonder if it was he or old Crabtree who talked to Pelter over the 'phone?"
Tom soon rejoined his brothers and all three walked away from the vicinity of Wall street. The youth told of his interview with the broker, and of the talk he had overheard while Jesse Pelter was at the telephone.
"They must have been talking about father!" cried Dick, eagerly.
"Maybe they have him a prisoner on a boat!" added Sam.
"It looks that way to me," said Tom. "And I know what I think we ought to do," he continued.
"So do I," answered Dick, quickly. "Watch this Pelter to-morrow, when he leaves his home, and see where he goes to."
"Right you are."
"Where does he live?" questioned Sam.
"I don't know, but we can easily find out."
The boys presently passed an office building in which there was a large telephone station, and there they hunted up Jesse Pelter's home address.
