wire her and ask where Ned went. She'll probably know."
"Has she got to Chicago yet?" asked Frank.
"It's about twenty-four hours since she started," replied Bart. "Even a comparatively slow train would make it in that time. If you'll give us Mrs. Kenfield's address," he went on, "we'll wire her."
The neighbor gave the boys the desired information and, since there was nothing more they could do at the closed house, save stare at the tight shutters, they started for the nearest telegraph office.
"If I can do anything for you boys, let me know," the woman said to them as they were leaving. "I am Mrs. Rowland. I have two boys of my own, and, if you need any further help in locating your chum, they will be glad to aid you."
They thanked Mrs. Rowland, but for whose information they would have been more in the dark than they were, regarding Ned's strange disappearance.
"I had no idea people were so neighborly in New York," said Frank. "I read somewhere that in this city no one ever knew who lived next door to him."
"Lucky we got some sort of a starting point," said Bart. "Now to send the telegram."
