me, but I was sure I could not mistake his figure."
"There have been a good many surprises in this case," Larry admitted. "I've often been fooled myself."
"Let's hurry to the hospital," suggested Grace. "I'd rather go with you than with that detective. He is to be here at eleven o'clock, and it's only ten now. Let's hurry away."
Larry agreed, and they left the house. Grace explained that she had caught the first express out of Lakewood that morning and had been home only half an hour when Larry called.
They were so busy talking over all the details of the queer case that they arrived at the hospital much quicker than they anticipated.
"Here we are," said Larry, as he led the way up the broad stone steps of the institution.
"I'm almost afraid to go in," remarked Grace, her voice showing a nervous dread. "It seems so strange. I'm quite frightened, Larry."
"Don't think of anything but that you're going to see your father," the reporter replied, reassuringly. "He'll be so glad to see you. I believe he would have been home long before this if it had not been for the accident."
Larry entered the office of the institution. No sooner had he stepped inside than he was made aware that something unusual had occurred. Nurses and doctors, with anxious looks, were hastening here and there. Orderlies and messen
gers were hurrying to and fro, and there was a continuous ringing of signal and telephone bells.