Dave did as directed, while Mr. King explained:
“The thief won’t value the medal. He will probably sell that and the watch for what they are worth as gold. I intend to telegraph to the police at Brompton to keep an eye out for the thief and to offer a reward for the medal.”
Mr. King bustled about the room, and put on another coat and took some papers from a satchel, and acted as if about to start out on business.
“Why, I was just going to the hotel to see you,” he said suddenly, as a newcomer appeared on the scene. “Ready for business?”
“Oh, yes,” was the prompt reply, and the latest visitor stepped into the room where Dave sat. “Why, hello—friend of yours, Mr. King?”
“What, do you know young Dashaway?”
“Very pleasantly, too,” answered Mr. Alden, the manager of the moving picture outfit, for Dave recognized him at once as that person. “He helped us out of a tight box yesterday.”
“You didn’t tell me about that, Dashaway,” remarked the aviator.
“There was so much else to tell,” explained Dave.
“Well,” proceeded the motion picture man, “I’ve been thinking of you, my lad. How would you like to work for me right along?”