If the police wished to communicate with him, he could be found at Carter's, where he would be detained till an order for his release should be received.
A _strange_ crime! That word "strange" struck Mr.Gryce, and made him forget his years in wondering what it meant.

Meanwhile the men about him exchanged remarks upon the house brought thus unexpectedly to their notice.

As it was one of the few remaining landmarks of the preceding century, and had been made conspicuous moreover by the shops, club-houses, and restaurants pressing against it on either side, it had been a marked spot for years even to those who knew nothing of its history or traditions.
And now a crime had taken place in it! Mr.Gryce, in whose ears that word "strange" rang with quiet insistence, had but to catch the eye of the inspector in charge to receive an order to investigate the affair.
He started at once, and proceeded first to the drug store.

There he found the boy, whom he took along with him to the house indicated in the message.

On the way he made him talk, but there was nothing the poor waif could add to the story already sent over the telephone.