“Be off, then, and phone me here,” Nick directed. “Make sure you do nothing to arouse his suspicions.”
“Trust me for that.”
“Look up Dalton, also, and see what you can learn about him. Call me up in half an hour for further instructions.”
“I’ve got you, chief,” said Patsy, hastening to depart.
Nick waited patiently.
Postmaster Holden appeared nervous and uncertain. He was relieved in about fifteen minutes, however, by the return of Chick, bringing from the magistrate the order Nick had requested.
Ten minutes later a mail wagon rattled into the post-office yard, and Holden went to bring all of the special-delivery letters to his private office.
There proved to be only six of them, and the one referred to in the telegram was easily determined. It bore the Philadelphia postmark and was addressed to Gus Dewitt, at the Reddy House.
“How can you open and reseal it?” Holden questioned doubtfully, while the detective examined the letter.
“Very easily,” said Nick.