"They have English stamps," went on McGlory, "and are postmarked at London."
"Better and better! And they're addressed to——"
"Miss Margaret Manners, Calcutta, India."
Carl nearly fell off the seat.
"Ach, du lieber!" he sputtered, "I vas ketching my breat'. A clue, py shinks! Dot Haidee knows vere der fife-t'ousant-tollar girl iss, I bed you!"
"Knows where the girl is?" echoed Matt.
"Sure t'ing. How vouldt Haidee haf Markaret Manners' ledders oof she ditn't know somet'ing aboudt der English girl? A few more knocks, py shiminy, und I vill make der fife t'ousant tollars!"
"Carl," said Matt, "you've got a wooden head when it comes to sleuthing. Why, Haidee is Margaret Manners herself. I've had a hunch to that effect for two or three hours."
Once more Carl had to hold on with both hands to keep from going by the board. He could only breathe hard and think of what he would do with all the money that was coming to him.
"What else is there in the box, Joe?" asked Matt. "Anything but the letters?"