"You'll have to telephone the hospital, after all, I'm afraid," muttered
the young skipper, when he met Mr. Farnum and the others in the lobby.
"What happened?" demanded Farnum, eyeing the whip curiously.
"As soon as I can get through with telephoning the chief of police, I'll
come back and tell you."
Chief Ward responded in person. He examined the whip, then declared:
"I know the fellow this whip belongs to--Claridy, 'the fox,' as his
admiring friends call him. He's a bad character. See; here is a fox's
head engraved on the whip-stock. I'll do my best to find Claridy, and,
in that way, I may find the fellow, Radwin. But you were wise, Benson,
in not trying to enlist help from that hoodlum gang. Our hoodlums are
as bad and lawless as are to be found anywhere in the United States."
CHAPTER XXIII
A COWARD'S LAST DITCH
In the morning the Somerset House was favored by two rather distinguished
guests.
One was Rear Admiral Townsley, the other Congressman Simms. The two
had come down together from Washington on the night train.
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