a man walking by the river, up above the bend, picked up a coat
and hat on the bank. Letters in the pocket showed the coat to
be Mr. Dodge's. The finder of the coat hurried to the Dodge house,
and Mrs. Dodge hurriedly notified the police, asking Chief Coy
to keep the whole matter quiet. Jerry (Chief Coy) doesn't know
that we have a blessed word about this. But Jerry, his plain
clothes man, Hemingway, and two other officers are out on the
case. They have been on the job for nearly three hours. So far
they haven't learned a word. They can't drag the river until
daylight comes. Now, Prescott, what occurs to you as the thing
to do?"

"I guess the only thing," replied Dick quietly, "is to find
Theodore Dodge."

Mr. Bradley gasped.

"Well, yes; you have the right idea, young man. But can you find
Dodge, Dick?"

"When do you go to press?"

"Latest at four o'clock in the morning."

"I think I can either find Theodore Dodge, or else find where
he went to," Prescott replied, slowly. "Of course, that's brag---not
promise."

"You get us the story---straight and in detail," cried Bradley,
eagerly, "and there'll probably be a bit extra in it for you---a