"On the track of Mr. Bartlett's papers at last," he told himself. "Now, what had I best do about it?"
His one thought was to outwit Amos Bangs, and with this in mind he left the dock and walked rapidly toward the telegraph office.
"I wish to send another telegram," said he as he drew the pad of forms toward him.
"Must be your night for sending messages," answered the clerk, by way of a joke.
"I want this rushed through—it is highly important."
"All right, hand it over."
Randy hardly knew what to say, but soon wrote down the following, addressed to Mr. Bartlett:
"Papers taken from Mrs. Bangs by Mamie Jackson, a servant, now at sister's in Oakdale. Hurry if you want to get them. Address me at Catskill."
Having sent the message, there seemed nothing for Randy to do but to retire. This he did, and was awakened two hours later by a message from Mr. Bartlett, which was in these words:
"Coming down first morning train. Meet me at Catskill Station, Hudson River Railroad."