"I guess the only thing," replied Dick quietly, "is to find
Theodore Dodge."
Mr. Bradley gasped.
"Well, yes; you have the right idea, young man. But can you find
Dodge, Dick?"
"When do you go to press?"
"Latest at four o'clock in the morning."
"I think I can either find Theodore Dodge, or else find where he went to," Prescott replied, slowly. "Of course, that's brag—-not promise."
"You get us the story—-straight and in detail," cried Bradley, eagerly, "and there'll probably be a bit extra in it for you—-a good bit, perhaps. If Dodge doesn't turn up without sensation this is going to be our big story for a week. Dodge, you know, is vice-president and actual head of the Second National Bank."
"Whew!" thought Dave Darrin, to himself. "It's easy enough for any suspicious person to imagine a story! But it might not be the right one."
"Some time ago," asked Dick thoughtfully, "didn't you publish a story about some of the big amounts of insurance carried by local rich men?"
"Yes," nodded Bradley.