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“I haven’t looked around yet,” was the cool answer. “As for coming into this room, he had a right to do that at any time. It was a privilege I gave him, and it was always so understood by hotel clerks wherever we stopped. I know you do not like Hodge, but take my advice, don’t try to make him appear worse than he is. I don’t like it, and I won’t have it!”
Frank walked to the door and opened it.
“Gentlemen,” he said, “I beg you to excuse me. I have business to look after, and time is valuable now.”
They took the hint and filed out. The door closed after them. Vance wheeled about and looked toward the door, his lips curling in scorn.
“Merriwell is a fool!” he declared.
CHAPTER IV.
“TRUE AS STEEL.”
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Shortly after the three actors departed, Ephraim Gallup came bursting into Frank’s room, looking excited and agitated.
“Gol-darn my pertaturs!” he spluttered. “Whut’s this I hear abaout Hodge?”
“I don’t know,” said Frank. “What do you hear?”
“He’s gone!”
“Yes.”
“Skipped?”
“Yes.”
“’Thout notifyin’ yeou?”