"Some one missing?" asked Dick in a low voice.
"Yes," nodded a man in the crowd. "A crazy inventor is lost, or he's loose, at any rate, and his old father is trying to find him. There is a reward of twenty-five hundred dollars for the lucky fellow who finds this inventor with the monkey wrenches in his brain."
"What does the man look like?" asked Dick.
The tall man in black overheard the question and wheeled quickly.
"Amos Garwood is the missing man," said the tall man. "He is forty-seven years of age, about five feet eight in height, slightly stooped, very pallid and with cheeks slightly sunken. When last seen Amos Garwood was rather poorly dressed. He has just escaped from a sanitarium, and the only person who has seen him since reports that he looked 'hunted' and anxious, and that his cheeks were considerably sunken. Garwood has dark hair, slightly gray at the temples. He probably weighs about——-"
"Pardon me, sir," Dick interposed. "What kind of beard does the missing man wear?"
"Dick Prescott has found him," laughed one man in the crowd.
"Garwood has no beard at all, save for what there may be for three or four days' lack of shaving," quickly replied the tall man.
"Where is the missing man, Dick?" laughed another man in the crowd.
"Yes; Dick has found him," called another.