Hawley laughed. “I guess he’s right about that,” he said. “I think I can promise to return to New York with you, Mr. Hands, as soon as Fred is set free. I don’t suppose he’ll need my services any longer. When the _Bulletin_ publishes the truth about the _Chronicle_ explosion, there’ll be such a wave of public sentiment in Fred’s favor that he’s sure to win at the coming election. I predict, too, a big boom in the _Bulletin’s_ circulation from now on.” CHAPTER XXXIX. BACK ON PARK ROW. As Lawyer Hands had confidently expected, the grand jury, after considering all the facts pertaining to the _Chronicle’s_ explosion case, refused to find an indictment against Fred Carroll. As soon as the proprietor of the _Bulletin_ was set free, the Camera Chap accompanied the lawyer back to New York, and received a warm welcome from Managing Editor Paxton and the _Sentinel_ staff. One of the first persons whom Hawley met after his return was Doctor Hugo Allyne, the eminent specialist, who had ascribed the Camera Chap’s headaches to nervous indigestion, and advised him to go to some quiet spot and take the “rest cure.” It was on Broadway that Hawley encountered the man of medicine. Although the latter had a good memory for faces, he had some difficulty in recognizing in the ruddy-complexioned, clear-eyed young man who greeted him, the pale, tired patient who had come to his office for advice a few weeks before. “Well, you’re certainly looking much better,” Doctor Allyne observed, when Hawley had finally succeeded in identifying himself. “You must have carried out my orders with great fidelity. How are the headaches?” “Haven’t had a single one since I saw you,” the Camera Chap answered. “I’m feeling as fit as a fiddle.” “I’m glad to hear it,” said the specialist, much gratified. “There is nothing like a rest cure for cases such as yours. A few weeks in the clear mountain air, and a careful avoidance of all forms of excitement, will work wonders.” “They certainly will,” Hawley agreed, trying hard not to grin. For the next few months the Camera Chap was so busy that he did not have time to go back to Oldham to visit his friend Carroll; but he kept track of what was going on in that town by means of the copies of the _Bulletin_ which the mail brought him each day. One day, just as he was stepping out of the _Sentinel_ office, on his way to take some snapshots of a society wedding, he almost collided with a tall, broad-shouldered young man who was about to enter. “Why, hello, Mr. Mayor!” he exclaimed delightedly. “This is indeed a pleasant surprise. What on earth is your honor doing so far away from Oldham?” The Honorable Fred Carroll, mayor of Oldham, smiled expansively as he gripped the Camera Chap’s hand. “I’ve come to New York especially to look you up,” he announced. “I have just discovered, old man, that I am even more in your debt than I thought I was.”