“I guess relatives, Arden,” said Sim suddenly. “I think that man who came here looked like Dimitri.”
“Maybe you’re right, Sim. Shall we try Uzlov?” Arden looked to them for agreement.
“Yes!” exclaimed Terry. “Serg Uzlov! That’s a good start.”
“Of course, we may not gain anything by this, and besides, perhaps we should have told Rufus Reilly what we intend to do. Do you think so?” questioned Arden, chewing the little ring on the top of the fountain pen.
“Not at all!” Sim protested. “If Dimitri was a brother, or something, I think we’d do just this, and I think we’re perfectly justified in doing it.”
This outburst gave them new courage, and they puzzled for some time over the address. Then Terry finally called in her mother.
“What would be the Russian quarter in New York, Mother?” she asked, explaining what they were trying to do.
“Let me try to remember,” said Mrs. Landry. “Perhaps if I looked again at the address as you have it, something might suggest itself to me.”
They showed it to her, Arden writing it out from memory again.
“There seems to be no question but what this address is in New York,” Mrs. Landry went on, after several seconds of obvious concentration. “Now, as to the street. From the way the address is written it must be Ninth Street. It cannot be Nineteenth Street for there was no part of a word before the Ninth, was there?”