"I tried to carry out instructions," said Tuttle, "but I couldn't find out where they were till this came out in print. I hope there's something else I can do."
Garrison thought for a moment.
"How many times have you been here to report?"
"Two or three times every day."
"Have you noticed a tall, light-haired man, with a long mustache, around here at all, either to-day or yesterday?"
"If he's got blue eyes and wears a brown striped suit, he was here this morning and asked me where he could find you," Tuttle answered. "Is that your man?"
"The same. His name is Fairfax. He's the real Fairfax. He'll be likely to return. Until Robinson appears again, you can keep your eye on this office, spot Fairfax, and then keep him shadowed for a time. Find where he lives, where he goes, and what he does."
"Anything more?"
"Keep track of old man Robinson, and let me know as soon as Theodore returns."
Tuttle rose as if to go. He hesitated, turning his hat in his hands.