"Yes, arrested. My brother came in here, and is missing. Those
two men are our enemies. If you want to keep out of trouble you
will help us to hunt up my brother."

"That is just what you had better do, sir," added Frank

"And who are you?" demanded the irate landlord.

"I am Frank Harrington, son of Senator Harrington."

At this unexpected announcement the jaw of the landlord dropped
perceptibly. "Why - er -- I didn't know you were Senator
Harrington's son," he stammered.

"I think if you wish to keep out of trouble you had best aid us
all you can. The young man we are after came in here a short
while ago and has utterly disappeared. I am afraid he has met
with foul play."

"But Mr. Arson and Mr. Noble are gone."

"Is that the names they were known under?"

"Yes."

"Their right names are Girk and Baxter. They left the building
just before we came up."

"What was your brother doing here?" asked Caleb Yates in a calmer
tone.