"Yes, father."
"It's strange," the older man mused after she had gone. "I don't understand it at all. These messages, they are—"
"If you please—" Curlie broke in.
"Wait!" commanded the other, holding up his hand for silence. "Let us have no opinions before all of the evidence is in. That map may aid us in forming correct conclusions."
CHAPTER IX
A MYSTERIOUS MAP
It was indeed a curious map which had been reproduced on the large photographic print which Gladys Ardmore placed on the desk before her father.
Motioning Curlie to come forward and examine it with them, the magnate rose from his chair to bend over the map. As Curlie stood there looking down at it, the girl in her eagerness bent down so close to him that he felt her warm breath on his cheek.