"Yes, a trunk and a good-sized grip," said the man.
The detective thought a moment.
Then he called for writing materials, hastily wrote a few lines, which he sealed, and directed to "Miss Richards."
"There is a young lady by that name stopping here, I believe," he remarked, as he laid the envelope before the clerk.
"Yes; she is with a Mrs. Montague."
"That is the lady," said the detective. "Will you see that this letter is given into her own hands, and privately? It is a matter of importance."
"Yes, sir, I will myself attend to the matter," responded the obliging clerk.
Mr. Rider deposited a piece of silver upon the envelope, touched his hat, and walked briskly from the hotel.
He jumped into a carriage that was waiting before the door.
"To the Grand Union Station," he ordered. "Be quick about it, and you shall have double fare."