"Then let's go to the Park Theatre. There's a good hot-weather show on."
"I'm with you."
"All right. I've got to go down town, but I'll be back before it's time to go," Rad went on.
Joe dressed, and waited around the hotel lobby for his friend to return. It grew rather late, and Joe glanced uneasily at the clock. He was rather surprised, as he stood at the hotel desk, to hear his name spoken by a messenger boy who entered.
"Matson? There he is," and the clerk indicated our hero.
"Sign here," said the boy, shortly. Joe wondered if the telegram contained bad news from home. Giving the lad a dime tip, Joe opened the envelope with fingers that trembled, and then he read this rather queer message:
"If you want to do your friend Rad a good turn, come to the address below," and Joe recognized the street as one in a less desirable section of the city.