"I am glad to hear it."
"You were awfully good to give me that hundred dollars," continued Nat, earnestly, "I never expected it."
"I hope it did you lots of good, Nat."
"It did and it didn't."
"What do you mean?"
"The money was stolen from me—or rather I was swindled out of it. That opened my eyes to the fact that I was not as smart as I had imagined myself to be." And then our hero related the experience he had had with Nick Smithers, alias Hamilton Dart.
"That was too bad," said Paul Hampton. "I trust you locate this Smithers some day."
"So do I."
"What are you doing?"
"I am with a real estate broker. I am learning shorthand and typewriting, and I am to become his private secretary."