"This is certainly queer. It looks exactly like Harold Bird, doesn't it?"
"It certainly is Harold. I wonder—Oh, look!"
Sam had turned the picture over. On the back were these words, written in a strong, masculine hand:
To father, from Harold. Merry Xmas!
"Why, Harold must have given this to his father," said Dick, thoughtfully.—"And if so—"
"Do you think the coat belonged to Mr. Bird?" broke in Sam.
"Perhaps. Did you find anything else?"
"Ve titn't look," came from Hans, who stood in the doorway. "So dot vos a picture of Harold Pird, alretty! Dot vos kveer!"
"It is astonishing," said Dick. "Sam, see if you can find anything else."
Sam went back and Hans with him, and while they were gone Dick, through the speaking tube, acquainted Tom with the discovery made.