them, evidently with many apologies for the trouble he had been the
cause of putting them all to, for Pete, and even Andy, from his
distance, could see him bowing many times over.

As soon as the car took them away, he looked all around with seeming
carelessness, though it was plain to the boys that he was scrutinizing
everybody anxiously.

Andy jumped out of sight at once, and when he peered around his corner
again the advantage of having Pete help him was evident.

Mr. Roberts had disappeared, but Pete was visible just as he was
hurrying around a corner, and so Andy was enabled to follow again.

If he had been asked just what he expected to gain by following the man
he could not have told. It was merely that it had entered his head that
if Mr. Roberts was concerned, as he believed, in the kidnapping of Regy,
and if Regy had not yet been taken out of the country, then Mr. Roberts
would be likely to do something or go somewhere that would betray Regy's
hiding place to him.

Mr. Roberts walked over to Broadway and down it a few blocks to a liquor
saloon, which he entered. Pete was turning it over in his sharp brains
how he could contrive to follow him in there without attracting his
attention, when he suddenly came out again and walked briskly up
Broadway.

Pete reasoned that he had not been in there long enough to get a drink,
and he was just reproaching himself for not having followed him into the
saloon, when Mr. Roberts drew a letter out of the side pocket of his