CHAPTER XVI.
SUSPENSE.
AN elderly man, short-statured and with his grave countenance surmounted by a pair of spectacles, glanced at them from behind the desk of the neat little hotel as they approached it. Philip drew forward the register and took up the pen proffered him. Then he checked himself.
"No! It wont do to register—at least to register our own names; and I don't like to put down others.
During the instant's hesitation came an exclamation from Gerald.
"Look! look!" he whispered in joyful surprise. "There they are—both of them!"
Sure enough, sprawled in a familiar fist, could be read "Jay Marcy" and "Gerald B. Saxton," under a stated date.
Philip turned quickly to the man. "Are Mr. Marcy and Mr. Saxtons till with you? I'm very anxious to meet them, sir."
