"Mr. S. S. Braceway, Willard Hotel, Washington, D. C.
"Here.
(Signed) "Frank Abrahamson."
"What the devil does he mean?" he asked himself several times. "What's this 'here' about?"
He thought a long time before he remembered having asked the Furmville pawn broker to try to recall where he had seen the bearded man in another disguise, a disguise which, apparently, had consisted of nothing but a black moustache and bushy eyebrows. And Abrahamson had promised to wire him if he did remember. The "here" meant it was in Furmville that he had seen the moustached man.
He went to the telegraph desk and wrote out a message:
"Mr. Frank Abrahamson, 329 College Street, Furmville, N. C.
"Silence.
(Signed) "Braceway."
"One-word telegrams!" he smiled grimly. "Thrifty fellows, these chosen people."