Jones, Sangoa.' But there were no letters, or any other papers." "Where is Sangoa ?" inquired Beth.
"No one seems to know," confessed Uncle John.

"There was plenty of money in his pocket-book and he has a valuable watch, but no other jewelry.
His clothes were made by a Los Angeles tailor, but when they called him up by telephone he knew nothing about his customer except that he had ordered his suit and paid for it in advance.

He called for it three days ago, and carried it away with him, so we have no clue to the boy's dwelling place." "Isn't that a little strange--perhaps a little suspicious ?" asked Mrs.Montrose.
"I think not, ma'am," answered Mr.Merrick.

"We made these investigations at the time we still feared he would die, so as to communicate with any friends or relatives he might have.

But after he passed the crisis so well and fell asleep, the hospital people stopped worrying about him.