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18 AN EXPLANATION SUGGESTED. “Suppose we make some inquiries,’’ responded Paul. “Tf you will go to Clark & Brown’s office, I will take a run around all the hotel cab-stands in the yicinfty. He might have left his order at the Tremont House or in Bos- worth Street, you know.’’ ‘I’m agreed,’’ said Ralph. ‘‘We must get hold of the man who drove him. One of us is likely to succeed. Sup- pose, as Strobel may after all turn up at any minute, we meet here as soon as we can. I’ll take in the Revere House as well as Clark & Brown’s.’’ ‘‘T wish you would meet here, gentlemen,’’ interposed Mrs. White; ‘‘Lizzie may be back then.’’ ‘‘T hope she will be, Mrs. White,’’ said Ralph. ‘She may be able to tell us something about Strobel. It seems strange that he hasn’t sent some word.”’ ‘*T begin to fear that we shall find him at a hospital, badly injured,’’ remarked Paul. “Oh, I hope not!’’ exclaimed Mrs. White. ‘I declare! if makes me feel dreadfully about Lizzie.’’ The young men departed at once upon their errands. It was Paul Paloyna who came upon a clew. He found where Ivan had engaged his carriage, and he went to the livery stable, which was in the South End, to find what had become of the driver and his passenger. He arrived there just after the driver had come in with his damaged carriage. ‘I started in with the gentleman,’’ said the driver, ‘but I broke down at the corner of Tremont and Park Streets and he went along with somebody else.’’ ‘Who was it?’’ asked Paul. ‘i don’t know. I never saw the cabman before. ” ‘Whose rig was it?”’’ ‘I don’t know that, either. I never saw the horse be- fore, and the carriage was like hundreds of others that you might see in Boston any day.”’ Paul tried to think what ought to be done next. ‘*Did Mr. Strobel have a second acoidentt™ asked one of the stable proprietors. ume HOOKS?COMm a OSS aS ee