a magnum of champagne being ordered.

"For which the colonel paid?" asked Average Jones.

"Why, yes, he did," assented the saloon man. "He said, 'Well, it's
a go, then. Here's luck to us!' He was a good spender, the
colonel."

"And you haven't seen any of them since, I suppose?"

"Nary a one."

On his return to the Hoff mansion the investigator found the head
thereof in a state of great excitement.

"Say, I've found out something," he cried. "Roddy's gone to
Yurrup."

"Where did you find that out?" asked Average Jones with a smile.

"I been going through his papers like you told me. He's been
outfitting for a trip. Bought lots of truck the last few days and I
found the duplicate sale-checks that come in the packages. There's
stubs for a steamer rug and for a dope for seasickness and for a
compass," he concluded triumphantly.

"Compass, eh?" observed Average Jones thoughtfully. "Ship's compass
is good enough for most of us going to Europe. Anything else?"

"Lot of clothes."