If the missing man didn't do away with himself, then probably he has put up the appearance of suicide in the hope that the officers of the law will be fooled of his trail, and that either a wronged bank or a deserted wife might get the insurance money.

Of course, Mrs.Dodge might even be a party to a contemplated fraud, though that's not a fair inference against her unless something turns up to make it seem highly probable." "My boy," cried Mr.Bradley admiringly, "you've all the instincts and qualities of the good newspaper man.

I hope you'll take up the work when you get through the High School.

But now to business!" "Where do you want me to go?
Where do you want me to take up the trail?
Where it started, just above the river bend?
That's out in the country, a mile and a half from here." "Darrin," begged the news editor, "won't you step to the 'phone and ring up Getchel's livery stable?
Ask the man in charge to we want a horse with a little speed and a good deal of endurance." While Dave was busy at the wire Dick and the news editor talked over the affair in low tones.
"With the horse you can cover a lot of ground," suggested Bradley.
"And you're right about taking up the trail where it started.

In half an hour, if you don't strike something big, you can drive back here on the jump for further orders.