The wealthy youth unfolded it. On the front page was the story of himself and "Colonel Dendon." It was under a "scare" head, which announced: ATTEMPTED SWINDLE OF YOUNG MILLIONAIRE! SHARPER TRIES TO SELL TO DICK HAMILTON, WHO RECENTLY INHERITED VAST WEALTH, WORTHLESS BONDS! DETECTIVE ACTS IN TIME "Humph!" murmured Dick, when he saw what a big story Larry had made of it. "If my father saw this he'd be worried." "You're getting more famous than ever!" exclaimed Walter Mead. "Looks so," admitted the young millionaire. "Well, I'm glad Larry got his beat, anyhow." And it was a beat, for, when Dick got back to the hotel, the manager told him half the newspapers in New York had been calling him up to ask about the story. CHAPTER IX A CIRCUS COMES TO TOWN Dick and his friends went home in the big automobile a few days later, having crowded into their stay as much sight-seeing as was possible. Dick had just finished telling his father, the evening of his arrival, of his various adventures, including the one with the swindler, when the servant announced: "Some one to see you, Master Dick." "Who is it?" "Henry Darby." "Ah, there's a young man who will make his mark some day!" exclaimed Mr. Hamilton. "If his father was only like him Henry would have more chances." "That's right," admitted Dick. "I wonder what he wants?" "Well, I'll leave you together," said Dick's father, as he left the library, and a little later Henry was ushered in by the servant. "Hello, Henry!" exclaimed Dick. "Same to you and more of it," was Henry's greeting. "I've come to see if you don't want a particularly fine line of gold bricks," he went on with a laugh, for he had read in the papers of the attempted bond swindle. "You'll have to see my secretary," spoke Dick, joining in the spirit of the talk. "He buys all my gold bricks. But, to change the subject, how's the old iron business?" "Pretty good. In fact, I came to see you about it, if you're not too busy," and Henry tried to look as though he had come to discuss the investment of millions. "No, I guess I can spare you a few minutes. What is it?" "I came to take up my note and pay it off," went on the young iron merchant, drawing a roll of much-crumpled bills from his pocket. "Want to save interest, you know. I managed to sell that iron I bought, and I made a profit on it. So I'll pay that fifty-dollar note now." "Well, you certainly know how to make money," spoke Dick admiringly. "I'll have to take lessons from you. But say, Henry, I'm in no hurry for that money. If you can use it, why, just keep it." "No--no," went on Henry, with rather a sorrowful air, Dick thought. "I'd better pay you while I have it. I might not be able to get it together again. You take it," and he shoved the bills over toward Dick with an air of desperation. "But, I don't need it," persisted Dick. "You might just as well keep it a while, Henry." "Do you mean that?" asked Henry earnestly. "Sure."