MR.

HAMPTON RESOLVES Mr.Bob Hampton stood in the bright sunshine on the steps of the hotel, his appreciative gaze wandering up the long, dusty, unoccupied street, and finally rising to the sweet face of the young girl who occupied the step above.

As their eyes met both smiled as if they understood each other.

Except for being somewhat pale, the result of long, inactive weeks passed indoors, Mr.Hampton's appearance was that of perfect health, while the expression of his face evidenced the joy of living.
"There is nothing quite equal to feeling well, little girl," he said, genially, patting her hand where it rested on the railing, "and I really believe I am in as fine fettle now as I ever have been.

Do you know, I believe I 'm perfectly fit to undertake that little detective operation casually mentioned to you a few days ago.