bad. I wanted to test my theory that the hospital patient is the missing millionaire."
"You can telegraph to them," suggested the butler. "I have the address."
"That's what I'll do," the detective replied. "I'll tell them what I have discovered. They can get here to-morrow and we'll see if he's the right man."
The officer took the address the servant gave him and hurried away.
"Did you hear that?" cried the butler to Larry. "Mr. Potter is found!"
"I hope it proves true," the reporter replied. "That is just what I came about, but when I found Mrs. Potter gone I didn't know what to do. I had rather the detective would take the responsibility of telegraphing. Perhaps the man in the hospital is not Mr. Potter?"
"Do you know him?" asked the butler.
"I have met him several times," replied Larry, "but I did not know he was Mr. Potter. It just dawned on me that he might be."
"Well, well, how strange it all is," murmured the butler. "Who would have thought it? Well, we can't do anything until to-morrow."
"No, I guess not," answered Larry, as he went down the steps.