Suddenly she remembered that she had promised Josie that no matter what communication came she would report immediately to Bob Dulaney or Captain Lonsdale.
“But he says he will beat Philip if I tell anybody about this. How am I to know Uncle Ben is really dead and if he is that he has left me a fortune. How will this person know whether I have told anybody or not? How could this person have found me? Who is he and how could he have slipped up to my apartment without my hearing him in the hall?”
Suddenly the remembrance of the man who had got out of the rickety old car at the corner flashed through her mind. Could he be the kidnaper?
“It says I am honorable and I promised Josie to let them know and I will do it.” She went to the telephone and called up police headquarters. Captain Charlie was on the wire in a moment and deeply interested in what she had to tell him.
“Perhaps I am wrong, but I can’t help thinking a man I saw get out of a car at the corner brought the letter,” she said.
“Well, well, perhaps!” he answered. “I’ll send a plain clothes man around to see you immediately.”
Ursula then called up Bob Dulaney. He was all excitement and greatly interested in the man in the high old car.
“I’m going out in my Lizzie and get that man right now. You say it was headed south? Then it must have come from the north and no doubt will turn around and go back the way it came. So long!”
“Please take a policeman with you,” begged Ursula.
“Not on your life! They are too heavyweight for me. I am like the heroes in the movies and go for my man alone. I may even tie a handkerchief around my face and make him hold up his hands.”