The herald-advance. (Milbank, S.D.) 1890-1922, 1913-02-28

| would win out. That's the secret,
old chap, of my success, of every
body's success. Don't tackle things
you can't do, then you never fail"
Davis refusal was a greater blow to
me than | cared to admit. Louise and
in our final conference the night be
fore had decided that there We're three
steps that would take us far into the
light.
First. l was to try at once to find
Hugh Crandall. | was to ask him to
explain the rupture with Katharine.
the attitude OF General Parrish toward
him. his knowledge of the yellow let
ter, and why he had called Katharine
or the telephone the afternoon before.
Second, falling to find Crandall, !
was to make some preteXt for visiting
his rooms. His sudden departure and
his c~autioning the ~janitor to admit no
one had a suspicious look. While
neither Louise nor | had discussed
, what might be there TO explain the
mystery, l was thinking hat in all
| probability | would find a bundle OF
letters from Katharine, some of which
might furnish a clue.
Third, l was TO ask Inspector Davis
to help me trace the yellow letter
| had anticipated little difficulty in
ascertaining CrandalIs whereabouts.
| A broker of standing does not vanish
overnight without informing his bust
ness partners. Before coming to the
inspector | had telephoned to Gran
dalls office. Great was my amazement
TO learn from one of MS partners that
| they were IS much puzzled as | over
| his sudden going away. They had
| merely received a telegram saying
that he had been called out OF town
! unexpectedly and did not know when
| he would return. The telegram had
| been sent from an Office near his rooms
| the night before. Taere was no bust
ness affair that would take him away,
so they supposed hat it was some
urgent personal mater.
While | chatted tor a moment with
Davis over our boyhood days | was
thinking what step | should take next.
I ! ne DiODItIiS NJ it3A 1AiIt% -
whereabouts and gaining access to his
rooms did not seem SO simple as they
had the night before. A clerk entered
with a card fer Davis, and | rose to
go.
Don't &C yet" he said. It's only a
man from police headquarters. His
errand viii probably take only a min
ute"
AS ! resumed my seat Detective
DoWd was ushered into the room. He
was the typical police sleuth, thick CT
head and foot, ready to suspect the
suspicious and to see the obvious. II
appearance, in speech, in manne OF
thought, he and the inspector We're al
most exact opposites. One was a griz
zled, bloareyed man of fifty whom
even the clunlsiest criminal could moi
have mistaken for anything but what
he was; the other, young-looking fol
even his thirty years, might have been
readily mistaken for a college tutor OF
an alert reporter. 1t amused me tt
see with what Difference the nan from
headquarters approached him.
Beg your pardon for disturbing you
Inspector" he said, nervolsly twist
ing his hat, but I've got a little mat
ter here the chief wanted me to pu'
vi to you.
He turned toward me With a sus
picious glance, but Davis fastened tt
assure him that he could speak freely
before me.
Its this" he explained, "the ole
man wants to know about"
AS he spoke he drew something from
his inner pocket and laid it on the in
~spector's desk. AS my eyes followed
his hand l gave a sudden start. Witt
difficulty l restrained an expression o
amazement. The object about which
he had come to inquire was Z tori
yellow envelope.
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