“All right, Dick, we’ll do what you say,” was Tom’s reply.

The boys went below and obtained breakfast in the hotel restaurant.  Then they went to the desk, to ask for letters, and then to the telegraph office, to send a brief message to the farm.

“Have you discovered anything?” questioned the hotel manager, as he came up to them.

“Not a great deal,” answered Dick.  “But we hope to get on the track of something to-day.”

“Hope you do.  What about those two rooms?”

“We’ll keep them for the present, Mr. Garley.”

“All right.”

“And I want you to watch out, so that no outsider gets into them,” went on Dick.

“Leave that to me, Mr. Rover.  My men have their instructions.  We can’t afford to leave our guests go unprotected.”

“Good!  If anybody tries to get into our rooms I want you to have him arrested and held.”

“He’ll be held, don’t worry about that,” answered the hotel manager, grimly.

A little later the three Rover boys separated, Tom walking over to Fifth Avenue, to take an auto bus going uptown, as that would land him close to the Park entrance.

“We might as well take a Broadway car down to Wall street,” said Dick, to Sam.  “We have plenty of time, and I don’t like the air in the subway.”

“I like the street cars better anyway,” responded the younger brother.  “A fellow can see more.”

As was to be expected, the car was crowded, and the boys had to take “strap seats,” as Sam called them—­ standing up in the aisle, holding on to a strap to keep from falling or sitting down suddenly into somebody’s lap when the car made a turn.  They swept down past Union Square and block after block of tall business buildings.

“My, what a big place New York is!” remarked Sam.  “It’s a regular bee hive and no mistake.”

“We are coming down to the Post Office,” said Dick, a little later.

“Gracious!  See the building opposite!” gasped Sam.  “It’s higher than a church steeple!  Wonder how many stories it is?”

“Fifty stories,” answered a young man standing beside him.

Soon the car was in lower Broadway, and the boys watched out for Wall street, that narrow but famous thoroughfare opposite Trinity church.  It was soon reached, and, in company with several men and boys, they left the car.

Dick had the address of the brokers in his pocket and the place was easily found.  The offices were located in an old building—­ one of the oldest on the street, and also one of the shabbiest.  But it was five stories in height and boasted of two elevators, and was, from appearances, filled with prosperous tenants.  In Wall street rents are so high that many a person doing business there is willing to take whatever quarters he can get.

“Now you hang around in the street here until I come back,” said Dick to Sam.  “Keep out of sight all you can, so that if Crabtree comes along he won’t see you.  I’ll go up and see what Pelter, Japson & Company have to say.”