“I am mighty glad to hear it.”

“How are you and the others getting along, Dick?” went on Baxter curiously.  “Thought you were at Brill College.”

“I’m here on business,” and Dick gave the other a brief account of what had happened.

“Sorry Tom got hurt and hope he will come out all right,” said Dan Baxter, sympathetically.  “But who are those men you mentioned?”

“A firm of brokers; named Pelter, Japson & Company.”

“What!” ejaculated Dan Baxter.  “Did you say Japson?”

“Yes, Dan.  Do you know him?”

“Sure I do.  He used to be in a jewelry firm in Albany.  They tried to stick our firm—­ but we shut down on ’em.  But that isn’t all, Dick.  I saw Japson to-day—­ not two hours ago.”

“You did?  Where?” And now Dick was all attention.

“I visited a—­ er—­ a lady friend of mine.  She lives in an apartment house near Prospect Park.  I might as well tell you that some day we are going to be married.  Well, when I was coming out of the place I saw Japson go in—­ he and two other men.”

“Dan, show me that place—­ and do it as quickly as possible!” cried Dick.  “Come on—­ don’t tell me you can’t.  I’ll pay you for your time!” And Dick caught the other youth by the arm.

“I’ll do it willingly, Dick, and there won’t be any time to pay for, even if it takes a week!” cried Dan Baxter.  “I am glad to be able to do you a favor, indeed I am!” And he gazed admiringly at the oldest Rover boy.  “Just you come with me.”

Dan Baxter led the way to the nearest elevated station and they ran upstairs to the platform and soon boarded a car bound for the vicinity of Prospect Park.

“The young lady lives in the Nirwick Apartments,” explained Baxter.  “It is a big place, with elevator service.  I don’t know to which apartment Japson went, but maybe the elevator man can tell us.”

“Describe the other two men to me, if you can, Dan.”

The young traveling salesman did so, and Dick came to the conclusion that one of the men must have been Pelter.  The identity of the third was a mystery.

“Maybe it was that Belright Fogg,” thought the youth.  “Well, I’ll soon find out—­ if they are still at the apartment house—­ and I hope they are.”

At last the elevated train reached the proper station and Dick and Baxter alighted.  The latter led the way for a distance of two blocks.

“There is the apartment,” said Baxter, pointing the building out.  “If you want those men arrested, hadn’t you better call a policeman or two?”

“I can do that later,—­ after I have spotted them,” answered Dick.

A colored man ran the elevator.  He had often seen Dan and knew him.

“The gentlemen you mean went up to the fourth floor—­ to the apartment that was rented last week.”

“May I ask who rented it?” asked Dick.

“A lawyer, sah—­ a Mr. Fogg.  He’s got a queer first name.”