"What kind of beard does the missing man wear ?" "Dick Prescott has found him," laughed one man in the crowd.
"Garwood has no beard at all, save for what there may be for three or four days' lack of shaving," quickly replied the tall man.
"Where is the missing man, Dick ?" laughed another man in the crowd.
"Yes; Dick has found him," called another.
"I rather think so," Dick nodded.

"At least, I believe our crowd has seen Garwood very lately." Prescott's evident confidence aroused instant curiosity.
"Where ?" demanded a dozen voices quickly.
"I wish you young men wouldn't answer, but just come with me," spoke the tall man quickly.

"If your information proves correct, and we find the missing man, the reward will be yours." Dick turned to nod to his companions, as the tall man in black turned to lead the way.

Their guide, after making sure that Prescott was at his side, walked rapidly down the street a few doors, halting before the street door of one of the office buildings.
"Come upstairs and tell Lawyer Ripley whatever you know," requested the tall man.
"I don't believe you'll find him in Sundays," replied Dick.
"We shall to-day," responded their guide confidently.

"Mr.Ripley is helping us in this search." This, then, looked like proof that the Garwood family was well-to-do, for Lawyer Ripley seldom worked for small fees.
Running ahead, the tall man threw open the door of the lawyer's office.
"Mr.Ripley," he called, "here are some boys who think they have seen Amos Garwood.