She hurried down, waving a blue foreign-looking sheet. “Oh, boys, I’ve got the best thing yet. We can tell just where ‘the man’ is now. I’ve just found out the way.”
CHAPTER VI
“What’s the new find, Dorothy?” asked Tom, smiling at her eagerness.
“A letter from Carl Denckel,” she replied.
“Impossible!” cried Tom. “The dear old boy died nine months ago.”
“But this was written nearly a year ago,” she rejoined. “Look at this envelope.”
The big blue square inscribed in crabbed German script was filled with addresses. “See,” said Dorothy. “He thought you were still at Columbia, so he addressed it to Columbia, America, forgetting New York. His ‘u’ was so much like an ‘o’ that they sent it to Colombia, South America. It travelled half over South America, and then they sent it up here. It went to three or four Columbias and Columbus’s in different States. Finally some bright man sent it to the University, and they sent it over to you. It’s for you all right.”
“Read it, Dorothy. What does he say?”