Meanwhile, communicate with his friends if you can.

He'll be all right for the present." This valuable man was hardly gone before a lively young fellow with a smoothly shaven, smiling face slipped in.

He went through every pocket of Harold's clothing, and found a torn envelope with the name "Excell" written on it, and a small photo of a little girl with the words, "To Mose from Cora." The young man's smile became a chuckle as he saw these things, and he said to himself: "Nothing here to identify him, eh ?" Then to the landlord he said; "I'm from The Star office.

If anything new turns up I wish you'd call up Harriman, that's me, and let me in on it." The hospital authorities were not informed, or paid no attention to the summons, and Harold was left to the care of the chambermaid, who did her poor best to serve him.
The Star next morning contained two columns of closely printed matter under the caption, "Black Mose, the Famous Dead Shot, Dying in a West Side Hotel.

After Years of Adventure on the Trail, the Famous Desperado Succumbs to Old John Barley Corn." The article recounted all the deeds which had been ascribed to Harold and added a few entirely new ones.