"He was not my brother, but my warmest friend. He was tracking
the short man, the fellow whose name is Girk. Girk once robbed
him of his watch."

"I see. And you are sure of your men? If you are, search away,
for I want no shady characters in these houses."

The search began immediately, several of the inmates of the
tenements taking part. Everything in the room Girk and Baxter
had occupied was turned topsy-turvy, but no trace of Dick was
brought to light until Tom looked under the table.

"Here's his pocket-knife!" he cried, and held the article up.
"This proves that he came in here beyond a doubt."

"Yes; but where is, he now?" put in Sam.

"They couldn't have spirited him away."

"He can't be far off," said Frank.

Again was the search renewed. The men had had one large room and
one small apartment, where were located a dilapidated bed and a
small writing table. On the table lay some writing material and
several scraps of paper, but they were of no value.

The search through the rooms and hallways of the tenement lasted
fully an hour. By this time the tenants who had gathered began
to grow sleepy again, and one after another went back to their