Larry folded the scrap of paper to put in his pocket. As he did so something bright and shining on the floor attracted his attention. He stooped to pick it up, finding it was a small gold coin, of curious design, evidently used as a watch charm. "I guess our man dropped this," Larry said, holding it out to Bailey. "Well, you can keep that, with the note. Perhaps it will help you solve the mystery," the fisherman said. "I'm satisfied with what I got." Larry put the charm in his pocket, together with the note, and was about to leave the room, when the fisherman, who was lifting from the corner a box, in which to deposit his money, uttered an exclamation. "What is it?" asked Larry. "Why, it's a man's beard. Somebody's shaved his off and left it here. How in the name of a soft-shell clam----" "It's that man!" cried Larry. "I knew he had a beard on when we pulled him ashore!" "A beard on?" murmured Bailey, in questioning tones. "Yes," went on Larry. "When you were outside, getting some wood, just before you ran down the beach when the life savers came, I was in here. The man stuck his head from the bed-room and asked for his clothes, which I gave him. I noticed he was smooth shaven----" "Why, he had a beard on when we pulled him from the water," interrupted the fisherman. "I was sure he did, but when I asked him why he had shaved it off he said I was mistaken--said it was only a bunch of seaweed I had thought was a beard. Then you called me to hurry out, and I forgot all about it until now. But he must have shaved his whiskers off in here, and then he disappeared. There's something strange about it all." "I rather guess there is," Bailey admitted. "Wonder where he got his razor? I never use one." "He must have had it in that small valise he wore, strapped by a belt, around his waist," Larry answered. "That's probably where he carried his money. I'd like to get at the bottom of this mystery." "Well, you newspaper fellows are looking for just such things as this," said the fisherman with a smile. "It's right in your line." "So it is," Larry replied. "I'll solve it, too." But it was some time later, and Larry had many strange adventures before he got at the bottom of the queer secret that started down there on the lonely sea coast. CHAPTER VII LARRY OVERHEARS SOMETHING Larry decided that the disappearance of the fisherman's guest was not a part of the story of the wreck, though the fact that the passenger was missing was an item of much interest, and he used it. He made up his mind to tell Mr. Emberg all about the strange happening when he got back. Arriving at the telegraph office for the third time, he found a message from the city editor, instructing him to come back to New York, as the best of the story was now in, and the Associated Press would attend to the remainder. Some of the representatives of that news-gathering organization were already at the scene of the disaster.