"Where is Legs?"
"Haven't you seen him? Isn't he here?" Hardy flashed out in alarm.
"I haven't seen him. I thought Cat was in that room by himself," Turner protested. "Jimmy and I got back from the lighthouse at daybreak. There was trouble over there—"
"I know."
"You do!" exclaimed Turner.
"Yes, Cat told me, last night."
Turner stared. "You got in last night?"
"'Bout two o'clock and a deuce of a time I've had since."
"For heaven's sake, you didn't fly, did you?"
"Don't talk like a fool, Turner. I came in a motor. I'll tell you all that in a minute. But what I want to know first is where Cat and Hatton are."
"You say you looked in their room and they weren't there?"
"Wake up! I said the boys' room was locked. Here, I'm going to see."
He grabbed up a chair and rushed from the room. In a few moments he was back, before
