A hasty search convinced him that his precious volumes were undisturbed in the library.
“I wonder where she has gone to?” mused the lawyer. “I would like to find her.”
Tom, who was in the front hall, uttered an exclamation as he picked up a scrap of yellow paper.
“Here’s part of a telegram,” he said.
“So it is. Perhaps Sandow telegraphed for her to meet him. Can you make out any words on it, Tom?”
“There are parts of some words, and two complete ones. It reads: ‘—eet me at Park—’ and then comes a tear.”
“See if we can’t find the other pieces,” suggested the doctor. “She probably tore it up, and scattered them about.”
But a close search failed to reveal anything more. The remainder of the telegram appeared to be destroyed.
“Let’s use a little detective ability, and see if we can’t guess what the entire telegram was,” suggested Mr. Boise.
“This is about the middle part of a telegraph blank,” said Tom.