se on the
outskirts of Overton. Then I came back to notify the police. I was on my
way to the station when I met you. Don't you imagine it will make a good
newspaper story if the police capture him?"

"Great!" exclaimed Kathleen.

"Then come with me to the station house while I make my report. The
officers will surely visit the house where he is hiding at once. If they
do, you can telegraph your story to-night in time for the first edition
in the morning." Grace had started toward the station house while she
was speaking. Kathleen kept close at her side.

"Wait a moment," said Grace, as they ascended the stone steps of the
station house. "I almost forgot to tell you. You may use the Oakdale
part of the story as you heard it at the time it happened, but my name
must not be used in your write-up. I shall, of course, tell the chief
the whole story in confidence. Nor do I wish my name used in the story
of the man's apprehension, provided he is captured. It ought to make a
good story in itself without any reference to me. I wish you to give the
chief the first information, then you can truthfully say that you did so
when you write it."

"But it won't sound half so exciting as it would with you in it,"
protested Kathleen. "I need all the data concerning you to make a big
story of it."

"I am sorry," declared Grace, "but I promised Father never to become
involved in any such affair again. He and Mother would be dreadfully
displeased if my name appeared in the newspapers in connection with
anything of that sort."

"But I shall use my name," argued Kathleen. "It will be a great help to
me in my profession."

"That is different. If I were interested in newspaper work I shouldn't
care, either. I must ask you on your honor not to use my name."

"Very well," answered Kathleen slowly, a curious light leaping into her
eyes.

"Thank you," replied Grace, with a friendly smile. "Remember, you are to
be the first to tell the news."

CHAPTER XI

KATHLEEN'S GREAT STORY

The inside of the Overton police station closely resembled that of
Oakdale. There was the same style of high desk, the same row of chairs
against the wall. Grace hoped the chief would be as easy to approach as
was her old friend, Chief Burroughs, at home. There was but one man to
be seen, an officer, who sat writing at a small table in one corner of
the room.

Kathleen pointed to a half-open door leading into an inner room on which
appeared the wor