It's a wild idea--but it may work.
If it doesn't, I'll see you Thursday." Then he turned from the telephone and toward the railroad station.
"One, to New York," he ordered hurriedly through the ticket window.
"I've got time to make that seven-forty, if you rush it." And the next morning, Barry Houston was in New York, swirling along Seventh Avenue toward Bellstrand Hospital.

There he sought the executive offices and told his story.

"Five minutes later he was looking at the books of the institution, searching, searching,--at last to stifle a cry of excitement and bend closer to a closely written page.
"August second," he read.

"Kilbane Worthington, district attorney, Boston, Mass.

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