spoke the tall man quickly. "If your information proves correct,
and we find the missing man, the reward will be yours."

Dick turned to nod to his companions, as the tall man in black
turned to lead the way. Their guide, after making sure that Prescott
was at his side, walked rapidly down the street a few doors, halting
before the street door of one of the office buildings.

"Come upstairs and tell Lawyer Ripley whatever you know," requested
the tall man.

"I don't believe you'll find him in Sundays," replied Dick.

"We shall to-day," responded their guide confidently. "Mr. Ripley
is helping us in this search."

This, then, looked like proof that the Garwood family was well-to-do,
for Lawyer Ripley seldom worked for small fees.

Running ahead, the tall man threw open the door of the lawyer's
office.

"Mr. Ripley," he called, "here are some boys who think they have
seen Amos Garwood. Probably these youngsters are half dreaming,
yet they may have some information of value."

"I know these boys," nodded the lawyer, looking up, "and they
are dependable. They are good, bright boys. Prescott, come forward
and tell me just what you know, or think you know."