DEAR MR. GARRISON:
I called once, but you were out. Shall return again about four-thirty.
Trusting to see you,
FOSTER DURGIN.
Without even halting to lock the door as he fled from the place Garrison hastened pell-mell to the telegraph-office, on the entrance floor of the building, and filed the following despatch:
JAMES PIKE,
Branchville, N. Y.:
Get Will Barnes on train, headed for my office, soon as possible.
GARRISON.
As he stepped in the elevator to return to his floor, he found Tuttle in the corner of the car.