Then, mindful of the reward, he dashed to the nearest telephone office, asking "central" to ring insistently until an answer came over the Macey wire.
"Hullo, is that you, Mr.Macey ?" called the discoverer, a teamster.
"Then come straight up to the Methodist church.

I'll be there.
I've discovered the jeweled scarf." "How---how many jewels are left on it ?" demanded Mr.Macey.
"Come right up! I'll tell you all about it when you get here." Then the teamster rang off, after giving his name.

The real estate man came in a hurry, in a runabout.

His wife, pallid and hollow-cheeked, rode in the car with him.

To Mr.Macey the teamster pointed out the barely visible bit of black fluttering a hundred and sixty feet above the pavement.
"Now how about the reward, Mr.Macey ?" demanded the teamster.
"That will be paid you, if you return the scarf to Mrs.Macey," replied the real estate man dryly.
The teamster's jaw dropped.