She glanced over the headlines without any special interest until a single sentence in large black type caused her to stare, then give voice to a surprised, "I knew it!" The headline read, "Larry, the Locksmith, Still at Large." Grace sat down heavily in the nearest chair, the newspaper still clutched in one hand.

She had not been mistaken.

The man for whom the authorities were searching was the man she had seen in front of the moving picture theatre.

It was evident that he had very little fear of being recognized in Overton, or he would not have risked appearing in the streets of the college town.

"He must have friends here, who are sheltering him," sprang into her mind, "or he may be passing through the town.