Thus ended the episode of the attempted robbery. Two days later Herbert started out early in the morning in order to make a tour of the hospitals for the purpose of finding some material for special articles. The first institution he visited was the Samaritan Hospital, with whose superintendent he was on terms of intimacy.
“Got anything to-day?” he said to that official.
“Not much,” was the yawning reply, “at least not much out of the ordinary. I don’t think we’ve anything here that you would care for.”
“Any deaths to-day?”
“No; but we have a queer sort of fellow here who was shot last night while trying to break into a house up-town.”
“Is that so?” remarked Herbert carelessly. “I don’t suppose there’s anything unusual in the case?”
“No, I don’t think so,” was the rejoinder. “Here’s his name,” and the superintendent pushed the big register over in the direction of Herbert.
The young man looked at the open page carelessly, and then gave a sudden start.
The name on the book was decidedly familiar. It was that of Harry Adler. Instantly he became all attention.
“Was the man seriously injured?” he asked anxiously, turning to the superintendent.