"Oh! you"ve asked that before," cried Jennie, petulantly.
But all they could do was to wait and see. Mr. Montgomery might not even notice them again, although he had intimated that he would speak to them when they arrived at the station.
However, the two girls got off the train at their journey"s end without at once seeing the Senator. It was very early in the morning and the big train-shed seemed all but deserted.
Nancy knew, however, that there was a cab stand just outside, and she and her chum hurried out to it. Before they could find a cabman or speak to the officer on duty in front of the building, Mr. Montgomery came bustling up.
"Are you girls going immediately to Mr. Gordon"s hotel?" he asked.
"Yes, sir," replied Nancy.
"Come right along with me, then. I have a taxi waiting."
Jennie held back a little; yet even she did not see how they could refuse the offer. They followed him around the nearest corner, and so did not see a figure that shot panting across the square to the entrance of the station they had just left.
This was a youth whose hair, even in the early morning light, displayed all the fiery hue of sunrise. It was Scorch--but for once Scorch was just too late.
Nancy and Jennie were out of sight with the "man in gray" before the boy reached the railway station in answer to Nancy"s telegram.
Mr. Montgomery escorted the two girls to a cab standing in a dark street. It seemed to have been waiting some time, for its engine was not running and the chauffeur was pacing the walk.
Possibly Mr. Montgomery had done some telegraphing ahead, too.
"Get right in here, girls," he said. "Lucky I was coming on the same train with you. Your folks will certainly be worried about you."
"Now, wasn"t that a funny thing for him to say?" asked Jennie, as she stepped in after Nancy.
There was no chance for Nancy to reply, however, for Mr. Montgomery was close upon their heels. The chauffeur jumped to his seat, the door slammed, and the cab was off.
"How far is it to Garvan"s Hotel?" asked Nancy.
"It"s some distance," replied Mr. Montgomery. "I only hope Gordon is not hurt as badly as the paper says. Of course, if he is in the hands of doctors and nurses they may refuse to let any of us see him."
"Oh! I hope not!" exclaimed Nancy.
"We can wait till he"s better, then," Jennie suggested. "John will be in town this morning and we"ll go to his office and then go home with him and wait until you can see Mr. Gordon."
Mr. Montgomery snorted, but said nothing. Indeed, he seemed very glum after they were in the cab.
What a distance it did seem to Garvan"s Hotel! The cab traveled at high speed, for there was not much traffic at this hour and the few policemen paid no attention.
"This isn"t at all the part of the city I thought Mr. Gordon lived in,"
observed Nancy, once.
Mr. Montgomery made no comment. Jennie squeezed her chum"s hand and sat closer to her. To tell the truth, Jennie was getting a little frightened.
The cab pa.s.sed through a web of narrow streets. The girls, although they knew something about the city, were soon at sea as far as the locality was concerned.
"Where _are_ we?" cried Nancy, at last.
"We have arrived," spoke the Senator, harshly. "Jump out. I"ll take you right indoors. I have been here to see Gordon before."
"But--but this doesn"t look like a hotel," murmured Nancy, first to reach the sidewalk.
The houses were rows of mean-looking, three-story brick edifices. They were in a narrow street near the corner of a wider thoroughfare.
"This is the side entrance," said the Senator, and taking the girls firmly by the arm, ushered them up the steps of the nearest house.
He did not even have to knock. Somebody must have been on watch, for the door swung open instantly.
Neither Nancy nor Jennie saw the person who opened the door. It was very dark in the hall.
"How is our patient?" asked Mr. Montgomery, rather loudly, as they stepped in.
"Not very well--not very well," said a wheezy voice. "You can go right up to that room, sir--the sitting room. Ahem! You"ll have to see the doctor before you can speak with Mr.--Mr.----"
"Mr. Gordon," said the Senator, briskly. "All right, girls. Hurry upstairs."
Nancy and Jennie were quite confused. They did just as they were urged to do by Senator Montgomery. At the top of the flight he pushed open a door and the chums went into the room. The curtains were drawn. One feeble gas jet was burning. It was a fusty-smelling, cluttered room, furnished with odds and ends of old furniture and hangings.
"I"ll be with you directly," said Mr. Montgomery, and closed the door.
"Oh!" squealed Jennie.
"Did you hear it?" whispered Nancy, seizing her chum.
The key had been turned in the lock. They tried the k.n.o.b--first one shook it and then the other. The door could not be opened and there did not seem to be another door leading out of the room.
"He"s locked us in!" said Nancy, amazed.
"I knew he was a villain!" declared Jennie, with a vicious snap of her teeth. "Isn"t he just like Grace?"
"But--but how _dares_ he do such a thing?" gasped Nancy.
"He"s a rich man--he can do anything. Or, he thinks he can," returned Jennie. "But you wait till my father gets hold of him!"
"Do--do you suppose he"ll dare do us any bodily harm?" queried Nancy, anxiously. "Oh! I wish I hadn"t got you into it, Jennie."
"Stuff and nonsense!" exclaimed the more reckless Jennie. "He only wants to keep you from seeing Gordon."
"But--what for?"
"He"s afraid Mr. Gordon will weaken and tell you all about yourself,"
responded her practical chum. "That"s plain enough."
"Oh, dear, me! do you think so? And suppose poor Mr. Gordon _dies_?"
"Then you"ll never know who you really are, Nance. At least, you can be sure Grace"s father will never tell you."