"Mr. Herbert here?" Hatch asked.
"Yes, sir, he's here," replied the servant, "but I don't know if he can see you. He is not very well, sir."
"Not very well?" Hatch repeated.
"No, it's not that he's sick, sir. He was hurt and——"
"Who is it, Blair?" came Herbert's voice from the top of the stair.
"Mr. Hatch, sir."
"Come up, Hatch!" Dick called cordially. "Glad to see you. I'm so lonesome here I don't know what to do with myself."
The reporter ran up the steps and into Dick's room.
"Not that one," Dick smiled as Hatch reached for his right hand. "It's out of business. Try this one——" And he offered his left.
"What's the matter?" Hatch inquired.