Take now this affair of the automobile and the boat.

If you could clear that up in advance of all the detectives of the world, what an honor it would be to our department! What glory for you!" "It certainly would, Mr.Ward.And if you put the matter in my charge--" "Who knows, Strock?
Let us wait a while! Let us wait!" Matters stood thus when, on the morning of June fifteenth, my old servant brought me a letter from the letter-carrier, a registered letter for which I had to sign.

I looked at the address.

I did not know the handwriting.

The postmark, dating from two days before, was stamped at the post office of Morganton.
Morganton! Here at last was, no doubt, news from Mr.Elias Smith.
"Yes!" exclaimed I, speaking to my old servant, for lack of another, "it must be from Mr.Smith at last.