ELMIRA, SUNDAY.
My nephew, Edmund Lawrence, is at Niagara. Communicate with him.
PHILO CARVER.
"This is your business," said the detective, handing the telegram to Fred.
"Let us try to find Mr. Lawrence," said Fred, after reading it.
"It will be the best way. Mr. Carver does not mention at what hotel his nephew is staying."
"Probably he does not know."
"Undoubtedly you are right."
"What will you do?"
"There is only one thing to do to call at the principal hotels, and look over the registers. We will go first to the International."