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Rh "Now for the other side of the city," said Frank, as after diligent inquiry, they learned Mrs. Kenfield did not live in the neighborhood they first tried. They boarded a car and were soon at Ned's uncle's home.

"Looks as if it was shut up," remarked Bart. "I hope we haven't made another mistake," said Fenn.

"It's the right number and it's the right street," replied Bart.

"Yes, and Mrs. Kenfield lives here," put in Frank.

"How can you tell?" asked Bart.

"There's the name on the door plate," Frank answered pointing to the silver plate worked in black letters with the name: "Paul Kenfield."

"Ring the bell harder," suggested Fenn, when no one had answered in response to Bart's first attempt.

"It's an electric bell, and can ring only so hard," Bart answered. They rang several times and waited.

"The blinds are all closed," spoke Frank, looking up at the windows.

"Folks in New York often do that," replied Bart. "If his aunt wasn't home Ned would have sent us word."