The morning after his return Drew Lane met Jimmie Drury. “Jimmie,” he demanded, “why did you play the Galloping Ghost?”
“How do you know I did?” Jimmie grinned.
“Come on. Quit your kidding! Own up!”
“Well, you see,” Jimmie’s smile broadened, “it happened that I was at a masquerade party the night the Red Rover was kidnaped. I had dressed as a ghost. I was on my way home when the thing broke. Got out of my taxi and went after the story, just as I was. When the myth about the Galloping Ghost got out, I decided to continue the part. You know the rest.”
“Yes, I know. You helped a lot.”
“In a case like that,” said Jimmie soberly, “every man of us must do his best.”
So the story ends. There will be another called Whispers at Dawn. Will Drew Lane, Johnny, and the others walk through these pages? Who can say? Time moves swiftly. Yesterday’s hero is forgotten to-day. To-morrow brings another. Read and see.
