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There was no
record of any one answering the description of Mr. Nestor having
been brought in that evening.
"Hum! This is getting to be mysterious," mused Tom, as he came
out of the booth. "What shall we do--go back and tell Mrs. Nestor
and Mary, or communicate with the police?"
"Why not try the Alexian Hospital?" asked Mr. Damon. "That's
away over in Center-fiord, to be sure, but it's more likely to be
known to passing tourists than either of our institutions around
here, especially if the autoists were strangers."
"That's so," agreed Tom. The Alexian Hospital was operated
under the direction of the Brothers of that faith, and was well
known in that part of the state. Often cases of persons who had
been injured by passing automobiles had been taken there for
treatment, for, as Mr. Damon had said, it was well known, and
Centerford was the nearest large city.
"I can just about see how it happened," said Tom. "They ran Mr.
Nestor down, and stopped to pick him up after they heard his
cries for help. And the Alexian Hospital was the first one they
thought of.


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