The old sailor told him.
"And say we want to hear from them at once," he added.
Richard went to work earnestly. Several attempts to get the advertisement into proper shape were failures. Finally he produced the following:
INFORMATION WANTED IMMEDIATELY of THOMAS CLOVER or his heirs, formerly of Brighton, England, but when last heard of lived in Cherry Street, this city. He is an heir of the PELEG SABINE estate which awaits settlement. Address DOC LINYARD, THE WATCH BELOW, West Street, New York.
"How will that do?" asked the boy.
"First-rate?" cried Linyard. "Only don't put my address on it. I want the answer to come through a box in the newspaper office. I don't want to be bothered by lawyers and detectives looking for a job on the case."
"I see," said Richard, and crossing out the address he substituted the words:
"Doc, box ——, this office."
"Guess I'll take a walk over to the newspaper office at once," said the old tar, when the boy had finished. "Reckon as how pop and the mistress can get along for a while. I suppose you'd like to come along."
"Indeed I would. I'd like to see as much of the city as I can before
I get to work."