“The old G.G. again!” Johnny said, catching his breath.
“None other. Read it.”
Johnny read:
Drew Lane: You are on the wrong track. The man who fired the shot was not the kidnaper. For his motives consult the Rogues’ Gallery. The trail you seek leads north.
“The G.G.”
“North!” Drew exploded. “How far north? Which way? How? By train, plane or boat? If he wishes to help us, why doesn’t he be more explicit?”
“Perhaps,” suggested Johnny, “that’s all he knows at present.
“And,” he added thoughtfully, “we ourselves might go on from there.”
“How?”
“Well, you know, in the newspaper offices they have what they call an Exchange Department. Papers from all over the world are on file there. If a fellow went there and studied all the papers published up north in Michigan, Wisconsin, Minnesota and Canada, he might discover a clue. Some paragraph telling of some mysterious occurrence might just put a fellow on the right track.”
“It might.” Drew’s tone was dubious. “Sounds a little like it came out of a book. But you go ahead and try it. Jimmie Drury over at the News will see that you get a look at the files. Tell him I sent you.