"Poor dear, old gentleman! I wonder where his keeper is? How could he have got loose? Maybe I'd better go and tell the police! But then I don't know who he is, or where he's gone! But he is very crazy, and I'm afraid he'll fling away every cent of his money before his friends can catch him. I know what I'll do. I'll go to the stand and watch for the cab to come back and ask the driver what he has done with the poor, dear old fellow!" said the newsboy, picking up the gold coin and putting it into his pocket. And then he started, but with an eye to business, singing out: "Herald! Triebune! Express! last account of the orful accident--steamer," etc., etc., etc., selling his papers as he went on to the cab-stand. He found the cabman already there. And to his anxious inquiries as to the sanity of the old gentleman, that Jehu replied: "Oh, bless your soul, crazy? No; no more'n you or I. He's a real nob--a real Virginian, F. F. V., with money like the sands on the seashore! Keep the tin, lad; he knowed what he was a-doin' on." "Oh, it a'most scares me to have so much money!" exclaimed the boy, half in delight, half in dismay; "but to-night I'll have a warm supper and sleep in a bed once more! And to-morrow a new suit of clothes! So here goes--Herald! Express!--full account--the horrible murder--Bell Street--Ledgee-ee-ee," etc., etc., etc., crying his papers until he was out of hearing. Never in his life had the newsboy felt so prosperous and happy. CHAPTER V. THE DISCOVERY. "And at the magistrate's command, And next undid the leathern band That bound her tresses there, And raised her felt hat from her head, And down her slender form there spread Black ringlets rich and rare." Old Hurricane meanwhile dined at the public table at the Astor, and afterward went to his room to rest, smoke and ruminate. And he finished the evening by supping and retiring to bed. In the morning, after an early breakfast, he wrote a dozen advertisements and called a cab and rode around to leave them with the various daily papers for immediate publication. Then, to lose no time, he rode up to the Recorder's office to set the police upon the search. As he was about to enter the front portal he observed the doorway and passage blocked up with even a larger crowd than usual. And seeing the cabman who had waited upon him the preceding day, he inquired of him: "What is the matter here?" "Nothing, your honor, 'cept a boy tuk up for wearing girl's clothes, or a girl tuk up for wearing boy's, I dunno which," said the man, touching his hat. "Let me pass, then; I must speak to the chief of police," said Old Hurricane, shoving his way into the Recorder's room. "This is not the office of the chief, sir; you will find him on the other side of the hall," said a bystander.