"Amos Garwood is the missing man," said the tall man. "He is
forty-seven years of age, about five feet eight in height, slightly
stooped, very pallid and with cheeks slightly sunken. When last
seen Amos Garwood was rather poorly dressed. He has just escaped
from a sanitarium, and the only person who has seen him since
reports that he looked 'hunted' and anxious, and that his cheeks
were considerably sunken. Garwood has dark hair, slightly gray
at the temples. He probably weighs about-----"

"Pardon me, sir," Dick interposed. "What kind of beard does the
missing man wear?"

"Dick Prescott has found him," laughed one man in the crowd.

"Garwood has no beard at all, save for what there may be for three
or four days' lack of shaving," quickly replied the tall man.

"Where is the missing man, Dick?" laughed another man in the crowd.

"Yes; Dick has found him," called another.

"I rather think so," Dick nodded. "At least, I believe our crowd
has seen Garwood very lately."

Prescott's evident confidence aroused instant curiosity.

"Where?" demanded a dozen voices quickly.

"I wish you young men wouldn't answer, but just come with me,"