"There is a woman in it, then?"
"Yes; but I haven't got things hitched up sufficiently to talk about it.
The note itself is blind."
"In what respect?"
"Well, here it is. Can you make it out? I'll read it for you—'Please notify police to search Seminole quick.'"
"No signature?"
"None."
"But that is plain enough, isn't it?"
"Yes, if you know what she means by Seminole; what is it? a street? an apartment house? a saloon? Do you know of anything under that name?"
McAdams stood motionless thinking.
"No, by thunder, I don't," he admitted reluctantly. "There is no street of that name in the city. There used to be a shady hotel over on Ontario Street called 'The Seminole,' but that was torn down ten years ago. I never heard of any other—did you, Dave?"