“Oh, certainly.”
The young man fished one out from a drawer, and flung it on the counter.
“This will do excellently for a beginning,” said Stranleigh, “but you’d better let me have a dozen to go on with.”
The young man was waking up. He supplied the demand, and with ever-increasing amazement, watched his client write.
Stranleigh gave the New York detective particulars in great detail so far as he possessed them, asked him to spare no expense, and requested that Armstrong, when found, should be presented with two hundred dollars or more, as he required, with admonition to take the first train home, where his presence was urgently needed.
“Great Scott!” cried the operator, “is that all one message?”
“Yes,” said Stranleigh.
“Where is it going?”
“I’ve written the address as plainly as I can. It’s going to New York.”