Didn't you say," he went on, turning to Celia, "that you had some very good testimonials with this young woman?
If so, and you've still got them, we might trace her in that way." "I had some, and I may have them still, but you saw just now what an awful mess all my letters and papers are in," replied Celia, almost tearfully.

"I always do get things like that into hopeless confusion--I never know what to destroy and what to keep, and they accumulate so.

It would take hours upon hours to look for those letters, and in the meantime--" "In the meantime," remarked Fullaway as he signalled to a taxi-cab, "there's only one thing to be done.

We must go to the police.

Get in, both of you, and let's make haste to New Scotland Yard." Once more Allerdyke received an impression of the American's usefulness and practical acquaintance with things.