left the train two days before, and looked around for a possible sight of their chum.
"Was he going to meet us here?" asked Frank.
"No, he said we were to go right to his aunt's house," replied Fenn. "Bart has the address; haven't you?"
"Yes, on Forty-fourth street."
"East or west?" asked Frank.
"Neither one, just plain Forty-fourth street."
"I'm sure he said east," Fenn remarked.
"I think it was west," Frank replied.
"Let's flip a coin," said Fenn. "Heads is east and tails is west."
It came down heads, and, following a policeman's directions they started for that section of the city. They reached it, after no little trouble for they took the wrong car once.
"Doesn't look like a very nice neighborhood," said Fenn as they started along East Forty-fourth street. "Still I guess New York is so crowded you can't have much of a choice."
They found the number on East Forty-fourth street, but at the first sight of the big apartment house they knew they had made a mistake, since Ned had told them his aunt lived in a house all to herself, w r hich is quite a distinction in New York.
