Mallory jerked the man's wrists together, slipped on the handcuffs, and led him out into the hall. In a moment the detective returned.
“I left him with the boys, for the present. Case of common safe-cracking.”
“Do you think so?” said Harvey, adjusting his cuffs, and moving the strange tools with his foot. “If he wanted money, I should think he would have tackled the vault downstairs.”
Mallory stooped, and replaced the kit in the bag. Suddenly he said,—
“Raise your foot, Mr. West.”
Harvey did so, and the detective arose with a dirty paper in his hand. He looked it over, and handed it to the others. It was a rough pencil sketch of the station building, showing the alley, the window, the Treasurer's office, and the vault.
“What do you think of it?” asked Mallory.
Harvey turned it over. A second glance showed it to be the front of an envelope, for part of an end flap remained. The upper left-hand corner had been torn off, evidently to remove the return card, but so hastily that a part of the card remained. Straightening it out, and holding it up to the light, Harvey read:—
——esleigh,
——ster, Illinois.
Mallory looked over his shoulder, and exclaimed:—