“And by whom?”
“That remains to be unearthed.”
“It must be done!”
At this moment the door opened and a clerk appeared.
“What is it, White?” asked the chief.
“A gentleman to see you, sir,” replied the clerk, handing the chief a card. The latter glanced at it.
Then he gave a start.
The name upon the card was:
“Napoleon Blood, Notary and Justice, Wall street, New York.”
“The uncle and guardian,” said the chief. “What does he want to see me for? Perhaps he has a clew!”