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10 towards giving up the faithful old dog. Haven Brothers made Frank a present of Christmas by return mail.

Of all this Frank now thought as he made his way towards the business centre of Greenville.

"Hey there, Frank Newton, the very fellow!"

Frank looked up quickly. A rapid voice had interrupted his reverie. Its owner was a Mr. Buckner, a local insurance agent and real estate man.

Mr. Buckner's office sided on the street where Frank was walking. From its open window the proprietor beckoned animatedly.

"Want me?" called up Frank.

"Sure, if you can hustle," retorted Mr. Buckner.

"I can always do that if there's anything in it," was the laughing rejoinder.

Frank crossed the street at a bound, darted around to the front of the building, and was up the stairs four steps at a time.