CHAPTER XXIV
THE WRATH OF RONALD THOYNE
“I want you to come with me to Midlington,” I said to Pepster, whom I met soon after I reached home. “I am going to try a long shot, and I would like you to be there.”
“A long shot at what?” he demanded.
“Well,” I replied, “I don’t quite know. I can’t quite reckon it up yet, but it seems worth trying, anyway.”
Pepster nodded, and waited for me to continue.
“Those anonymous letters,” I went on. “We are going to see their writer.”
“Oh. And who may he be?”
“Grainger, the chemist.”
“But that’s—well, anyway, I’m ready. Shall we go now?”
We found Mr. Grainger behind the counter of his shop, but I was just in time to see a skirt flashing through the door that opened into the little room behind. That it was Nora Lepley I felt sure, though I did not see the face.