until he had fixed on the two who had aroused his suspicions. And he had to do this because so many of the passengers looked very different, now that they had on their ship "togs," than when first coming on board.
But the rough weather of the first day prevented the lad from carrying out his plan, as many of the travelers kept to their staterooms, and there were a score of vacant places at the tables.
The next day, however, was fine, and with the sea like the proverbial mill pond, it seemed that everyone was out on deck. Yet when meal time came there were those same two vacant seats.
"What do you think of it, Ned?" asked Tom, with a puzzled air.
"I don't know what to think, Tom. It sure is queer that those two—whoever they are—don't ever come to meals. They can't be seasick on a day like this, and they certainly weren't the first night."
"That's right. I'm going to ask one of the stewards where their stateroom is, and why they don't come out"
"You may get into trouble."
"Oh, I guess not. If I do I can stand it. I want to solve this mystery."
Tom did put his question to one of the dining saloon stewards and it created no suspicions.
