DICK BECOMES A PRISONER The Sunrise Hotel had seen better days.

It was a five story brick building, blackened by age and had numerous small windows, down in front of which ran an iron fire escape.

The lower floor was used as a drinking place, to one side of which ran a narrow stairs, leading to an office and a parlor above.
Looking in over the short doors of the drinking place, Dick saw that Cuffer was not there.

He rightly surmised that the fellow had gone upstairs, to a room he was occupying.
"Perhaps that fellow Shelley is with him," mused Dick.

"If so, I'd like to collar them both." Several men were coming and going and nobody paid particular attention to the youth until he gained the dingy office, where two men were smoking and talking over the merits of some race horses.
"What can I do for you ?" asked one of the men abruptly, as Dick looked around.
"Is a man named Cuffer stopping here ?" The hotel clerk shook his head.
"Perhaps I have the name wrong.