"Why, that was just a receipt——"
"Yes, and the pin was just a pin! But we want them both, and therefore we want the man, Pollock."
"This is Meadville, but I don't see any house that could possibly be the one they took me to. It had rather high stone front steps, with brick uprights to them."
They soon went through the little town, but no such peculiarity was to be found.
"Don't give up the ship too easily," said Stone, smiling at Iris' frown of disappointment, "we haven't exhausted our resources yet."
A few inquiries showed him the office of Clement Foster, the insurance agent.
Here Iris saw a calendar exactly like the one that had been in the room where Flossie searched her.
After a little talk, Fleming Stone discovered that the agent had given out few of those calendars outside his home town, but he mentioned some names that he remembered.
"Do any of these people live in a house with high stone steps?" the detective queried.
"Lemme see; yes, Joe Young, over to East Fallville, has stone steps."