I went away from the house, when my visit was over, determined to track down the assassin,—with the help of Penny Wise,—and thereby clear Olive’s name from the least taint of the ugly suspicion now held by the police.
The next morning, in my office, I told Norah of all the developments of Sunday.
The warm-hearted girl was deeply interested, and eager for me to communicate with Wise at once, for which purpose she slipped a fresh sheet of paper in her typewriter, and waited for my dictation of a letter to the detective.
“Wait a minute, Norah,” I laughed; “give me time to open my desk!”
But I did dispatch the letter that morning, and awaited the answer as impatiently as Norah herself.
And then I went down to Police Headquarters.
There a surprise was given me. The Chief had received a letter that seemed to have a decided bearing on the mystery of the murder. He handed it to me without comment, and I read this:
To Police Headquarters;
New York City;
Sirs: