I am not the man to throw cold water on any one's schemes.
Every man has his own methods, and till they are proved valueless I say nothing." Young Sweetwater, who was now all nerve, enthusiasm, and hope, bowed.

He was satisfied to be allowed to work in his own way.
"I may be back in an hour, and you may not see me for a week," he remarked on leaving.
"Luck to your search!" was the short reply.

This ended the interview.

In a few minutes more Sweetwater was off.
The hour passed; he did not come back; the day, and still no Sweetwater.
Another day went by, enlivened only by an interchange of notes between Mr.Gryce and Miss Butterworth.

Hers was read by the old detective with a smile.