"Yes. But how does this Waldhorn chump in there know anything about Charlie Dorenwald? That's what I want to know."
"What chump? Mr. Waldhorn?"
"I found this in his desk. Well, I wasn't rummaging in his desk, but I had to slick things up, and saw it. I only run on it by accident."
"What's in it?" said Sim Gage.
"Well, now," said Annie, naïvely, "I only just steamed it a little. It rolled open easy with a pen-holder."
"Huh. What you find in it?"
"Why, nothing but nonsense, that's what I found. Listen here. 'Price wheat next year two-nineteen sharp signal general satisfaction.' Now, what does that mean? That's foolishness. That man's a nut! I bet he gets alone up in here and smokes hop, that's what he does, all by himself. No one but a dope fiend would pull stuff like that.
"But still," she added, a finger at chin, "what bothers me is, how does Charlie know Waldhorn? Unless——"
"Unless what?" asked Sim Gage, his brows suddenly contracting.
"Unless they're both in on this deal! What do you suppose the Doc thinks? What makes him keep this Waldhorn close as he does? Is he a prisoner?"