He has his mail always directed here." "I am sorry for that," said Everman.

"I have some instructions for him from the house he travels for, and he ought to get them as soon as possible." "Perhaps Mr.Black could tell you where he is.

I believe Edwards' wife is staying with him, and she certainly could tell you where you could address him, or whether he is expected here very soon." After thanking the clerk for his information and ascertaining the business place of Mr.Black, the detective left the hotel, and sauntered about the city.
Walking leisurely down the main street, he soon came in sight of the place to which he had been directed.

It was a small frame building, somewhat old and dilapidated, and was sadly in need of the painter's brush and a new covering of paint.

Over the doorway swung a dingy, time-worn and weather-beaten sign, upon which he could barely decipher the words: "HENRY BLACK, Locksmith," and over which were suspended a pair of massive crossed keys which at one time had been bright golden, but which now were old and rusty looking.