“Does he know anything of these?”
“I haven’t told him.”
“Nor of the others?”
“No”
“It might be a good idea—just to see how he took it.”
“If there was anything in them it might put him on his guard.”
I did not press the matter further just then, though I could not help wondering what story there was behind this queer series.
“Put a personal in the Courier,” I suggested, “inviting the writer of communications to the Peakborough police to send his address confidentially.”
“I did.”
“No result?”