Mr.Gryce had risen to his feet and was leaning toward him with an evident desire to speak.
"My boy," said he, "if your dreams lead you to undertake the search I have mentioned, spare nobody; I say, spare _nobody_." Then he sat down; and the memory which Sweetwater carried away with him of the old detective at the moment he uttered this final injunction was far from being a cheerful one.
XIII "WRITE ME HIS NAME" Refreshed by a good night's rest and quite ready to take up his task again, Mr.Gryce sat at the same table in the early morning, awaiting the expected message from Sweetwater.

Meanwhile he studied, with a fuller attention than he had been able to give it the evening before, the memorandum which this young fellow had handed him of his day's work.

A portion of this may be interesting to the reader.

Against the list of people registered on his chart as present in the museum at the moment of tragedy, he had inscribed such details concerning them as he could gather in the short time allotted him.
* * * * * I--Ephraim Short.

A sturdy New Englander visiting New York for the first time.