The chief finished reading the notes and then leaned back in his chair.
When he looked up he was startled at the expression on the faces of the detectives.
Old King Brady’s eyes gleamed like balls of fire.
“What’s the matter, Brady? You look excited!” exclaimed the chief.
“Well, perhaps I am,” replied the old detective. “I beg leave to ask you the name of that young lady?”
“I read it to you. Miss Evelyn Grimm.”
“Grimm?”
“Yes.”
Both detectives drew a deep breath.
“She lived in Westchester?”