“But then Ninth Street may be a short one,” said Mrs. Landry. “I can’t just recollect about that, though I have been on it. At any rate, I think, in such a desperate case as this,” and here she smiled slightly, “you would be justified in sending the telegram to the name you have selected, with just Ninth Street, New York, as its destination. Those telegraph messenger boys are clever. One may know just where to take it or he may inquire of some Russian in the Village. The Russians are clannish, like all foreigners, and this person may be well known.”
“Oh, I’m sure it’s going to succeed now!” declared Arden.
“Of course!” murmured her chums, Sim adding:
“You write the telegram out now, Ard.”
Arden wrote and read:
“‘Serg Uzlov. Ninth Street, New York City. Can you give us any information concerning Dimitri Uzlov? Very important. Anxious to get in touch with him. Telegraph my expense.’”
“That’s a lot more than ten words,” remarked Sim.
“Who cares?” laughed Terry. “This may mean a lot. But you’ll have to sign some name to it, won’t you?”
“Could we use yours, Mrs. Landry?” asked Arden.
“Yes, I think so,” Terry’s mother answered after a moment of thought. “It will do no harm.”