“Oh, for the love of stamps!” gasped Arden when they had dropped their letters in the slot and were looking at the posters. “What nightmares!”
“Aren’t they awful!” agreed Terry.
“Not a good-looking man among them,” was Sim’s opinion. “I’ve heard about these posters. They’ve been here, some of them, for I don’t know how long. It’s a sort of a game among the girls to see who can find the funniest face.”
“Let’s try it,” suggested Arden, laughing. Suddenly she ceased her mirth and stood as if fascinated in front of a poster showing the full-face picture of a young man. He was rather good-looking and quite an exception to the other portraits so publicly displayed. His face, like most of the others, was smooth, unadorned by beard or mustache.
“Terry!” impulsively exclaimed Arden. “Look! Haven’t you seen that face before?”
Terry considered carefully before slowly answering:
“No, I don’t believe I have. It isn’t a bad face, though.”
“Rather interesting,” agreed Sim. “What’s he wanted for, murder or bank robbery?”
“Neither,” answered Arden. “Listen.” She read from the poster:
“One thousand dollars reward for information as to the whereabouts of Harry Pangborn.” Then followed a general description, the age being given as twenty-three, and there was added the statement that the young man had suddenly disappeared from his home on the estate of his grandfather, Remington Pangborn, on Long Island.