one who knew him well.

So, after dinner, he sat for a time in the hotel lobby, not wishing to
mingle with his fellow men, yet not wishing to seem peculiar by reason
of his evading notice.

Worn with the succession of shocks that had come to him, and weary of
meeting the big problems and situations, he thought of diversion.

"Any good plays on?" he asked the news-stand girl, and his winning smile
brought a chatty response.

"Plays--yes. Nothing corking, though. But say, have you seen the big
movie?"

"No; what is it?"

"'Labrador Luck,' oh, say, it's a peach! Go to it!"

"Where?" and Peter stopped himself just in time from exclaiming,
"Labrador anything would interest me!"

"Over in N'York. Hop into the sub and you're there."

Peter hopped into the sub and shortly he was there.

"Labrador Luck," he read from the big posters. "Monster production of
the Tophole Producing Company. Thrilling scenes, thrilling plot,
thrilling drama."

There was more detail as to the names of the Film Queen who was starred,
and the Film King who supported her, but without stopping to read them
Peter bought a ticket and went in.

The picture was under way, and as he sank into his seat he saw on the
screen the familiar scenes of the Labrador wild.

Not quite true to nature were they, this Peter recognized at once, but
he knew they were taken in a studio, not in Labrador itself, and he had
only admiration for the cleverness with which they were done.

With a little sigh of pleasure he gave himself up to a positive
enjoyment of the landscape, and, as the story went on, he was conscious
of a vaguely familiar strain running through it.

Suddenly a scene was flashed on, and an episode occurred which was one
of his own invention.

"Why," he smiled, "that's my very idea! Now how'd they get that? Oh, I
know, of course, such things often occur to various minds without
collusion, but it's sort of queer. If he follows up that lead, it will
be awful queer!"

The lead was followed up, and, a bit bewildered, Peter sat gazing while
the whole story was unrolled.

Greatly changed it was, greatly elaborated; the main plot side-tracked
by a counter-plot; the number of characters multiplied by a score; yet,
the mystery interest, the suspense element, the very backbone of the
piece was the plot he and Blair had worked out while up in the Labrador
wild.

"Labrador Luck!" he mused. "Fine name for it, too. The 'Luck' being that
old heirloom--