“No,” replied the clerk whom he questioned, “but here’s a telegram been waiting here for you since noon.”
“Thank you for your trouble,” said Frank, rather anxiously tearing open the yellow envelope.
“That’s all right,” nodded the hotel clerk. “Good news, I reckon?” he smiled, as Frank’s face lit up magically at a hasty perusal of the message.
“I should say so!” declared Frank.
The message was from Darry Haven, at Pleasantville, and it read:
“Come home at once. Money found.”
[CHAPTER XXIII]
A RIVAL CONCERN
“I call that extraordinary,” declared Bob Haven.