“It was sent to the Reddy House.”
“Yes. It may have been signed for by the clerk, or delivered to Dewitt himself. The boy who took it there could tell us, but he is out just now. You can telephone to the Reddy House and find out.”
“Not by a long chalk,” Nick quickly objected. “I don’t want my interest in this matter suspected. Have you found the other message?”
“Yes, here it is.”
Belden tendered the yellow paper on which the copied message was written.
CHAPTER II.
THE INTERCEPTED LETTER.
Nick Carter read more carefully the telegram discussed in the hotel café, and which had so seriously aroused his suspicions.
“John Dalton, Shelby: Dust flying. S. D. on way. Ware eagle.
Martin.”
Belden watched the detective for a moment, then asked:
“What do you make of it? Dust flying seems to have no definite significance.”