ed down to one of the small but better-class office buildings in
that vicinity.

The Rover Company occupied the entire fourth floor of this building.
There was a large general office and a counting room and three private
offices, one for each of the brothers. The office help numbered about
twenty, and the place during business hours was usually a busy one.

They found Tom Rover in his private office at a large desk piled high
with sheets and documents. He was hard at work signing his name to a
number of sheets, but smiled pleasantly when he saw who his visitors
were. The boys, of course, were well known to most of the employees,
and so had passed in without being questioned.

"Come to help me out, I suppose," said the father of the twins, with a
grin. "All right. Take off your coats, roll up your sleeves and pitch
in. There is plenty to do."

"If that is the case, Uncle Tom, I guess you don't want us to disturb
you," said Jack quickly.

"I'll be through here in less than half an hour," announced Tom Rover.
"Just make yourselves at home for that length of time, and then I'll
be with you."

This was a gentle hint that he must get through with his work, and the
boys lost no time in backing out of his office. They went into the
offices usually occupied by Dick Rover and Sam Rover, looking over a
number of books, magazines and pamphlets.

"Let's go down in the street for a while and take a look around,"
suggested Andy, who always liked to be on the go.

As there was nothing particular for them to do in the offices, the
others agreed to this, and so, telling the twins' father that they
would come back at the end of the half hour, they walked out into the
corridor opening upon the elevators and the stairway.

As they waited at one of the elevators for a chance to go down, the
elevator came up and stopped to let out a messenger boy. Then it
continued on its way upward.

"Say, did you notice who was in that elevator?" cried Randy quickly.

"I thought I saw Mr. Martell," answered Fred.

"Yes, it was Martell, and Nappy was with him."

"Well, there is nothing strange about that," came from Andy. "Probably
he wants to see his father now he is in New York again."

"I'd like to know what Nappy has told his father about us," went on
Fred. "You can wager it's nothing good."

"I don't care what he says, so long as he leaves us alone," said Jack.

Another elevator appeared, and the four boys descended to the ground
flo