With that idea to encourage them, the boys hurried back to the hotel and went directly to their room. Mr. Porter had selected connecting rooms, and their one trunk was placed in the room which he had expected to occupy. When the boys entered they found a man in uniform directing the removal of the trunk by two porters. “Has my father sent for his trunk?” asked Sidney eagerly. “Yes,” said the officer with an amused smile, and in English with a strong foreign accent, “he has sent for the trunk.” “Did he send us any message?” “No; he sent no message.” Meantime the men had carried the trunk out into the corridor, and the boys followed in their eagerness to get news of their father. The officer turned and said sharply,-- “Do not follow. Remain here.” The boys stopped with the sensation of having received a blow, and returned to their rooms feeling very forlorn. There everything looked cheerful and homelike. The windows were suffused with the soft light of late evening in a high latitude, and the prevailing aspect was so peaceful that they were more than ever inclined to think they were dreaming. When they looked about them, however, and saw the trunk was gone, the reality of the situation returned. When they had come from the train the traveling-rugs and pillows had been thrown across a couch, and there they still lay, not having been noticed by the men who took the trunk. Mr. Porter’s handbag was gone, but a small one which Sidney had carried was on the dresser in the boys’ room. That bag and the rugs were all that remained of their belongings. “I don’t believe father sent for his trunk,” said Raymond; “the authorities have simply seized it.” “I’m afraid that is so,” replied Sidney; “but I can’t think of any reason unless there has been a mistake, and father has been taken for some one else. Let’s go down to the office; the man there speaks English, and we may learn something.” Accordingly they descended to the office and found the English-speaking clerk. “Do you know the officer who just went out with our trunk?” asked Sidney. The clerk looked at him hesitatingly for a moment without replying; then after a cautious glance about the lobby, where there happened to be no one within hearing, he said,-- “You are not Germans, are you?” “Of course not,” replied Sidney; “we are Americans.” “But your father speaks German.” “Yes, he does, but we don’t. His mother was German.” “Ah!” and the man shook his head dubiously; “Germans will not be safe in Russia now.” “But we are not Germans,” protested Sidney. “Anyhow, why should they not be safe here now?” “On account of the war.” “I didn’t know there was a war.” “Germany declared war on Russia to-day.” “That’s just what is the matter, Ray!”--and Sidney turned to his brother excitedly. “They think father is German because he speaks the language. But they must have known before that he speaks German, for that man who spoke to him in the park must have had everything arranged to arrest him.”