Mr.Gryce hung up the receiver with a sigh.
"It is likely to be a long road full of unexpected turns and perilously near the precipice's edge," he muttered in weary comment to himself.
"Nothing to start from but----" Here Sweetwater walked in.
Mr.Gryce showed surprise.

He had not expected to see the young man himself.

Perhaps he was not quite ready to, for he seemed to shrink, for one brief instant, as from an unwelcome presence.
But the cheer which always entered with Sweetwater was contagious, and the old detective smiled as the newcomer approached, saying significantly: "I had those dreams you spoke of last night, Mr.Gryce, and found them too weighty for the telephone." "I see, I see! Sit down, Sweetwater, and tell me how they ran.

I haven't as much confidence in my own dreams as I hope to have in yours.

Speak up! Mention names, if you want to.