“No, miss.”
“Do you remember the name of the person he wrote to?”
“Very well. It was Jesse Powers. I took the letter myself, as I had an errand in the city.”
“Did you see him?”
“No. He was absent from home.”
“The name is familiar. Where did he live?”
“No. 1,485 North Tenth street.”
“Thank you. Excuse my curiosity. Women will be asking questions, you know.”
The turnkey smiled as he opened the gate.
“Jesse Powers,” she said, with compressed lips, on getting outside. “That is the name he refused to tell me. I believe I am on the track of the mystery.”