CHAPTER XIII.
Gatewood, in the telephone booth, waited impatiently for Mr.Keen; and after a few moments the Tracer of Lost Persons' agreeable voice sounded in the receiver.
"It's about Mr.Kerns," began Gatewood; "I want to see him happy, and the idiot won't be.

Now, Mr.Keen, you know what happiness you and he brought to me! You know what sort of an idle, selfish, aimless, meaningless life you saved me from?
I want you to do the same for Mr.
Kerns.

I want to ask you to take up his case at once.

Besides, I've a bet on it.

Could you attend to it at once ?" "To-night ?" asked the Tracer, laughing.
"Why--ah--well, of course, that would be impossible.