Grogan dropped into his chair crying: “Help!” Then cautiously he took the letter from Miss Masters. The envelope was white and he heaved a sigh of relief.
“What the deuce ails you this morning, Grogan?” demanded John Boland irritated.
“I’m getting second sight,” returned Grogan gloomily, “and I don’t like it.”
“Oh, don’t be a fool.” John Boland began opening his mail. “All this investigating,” he continued, “this talk of a minimum wage law, is just talk and that’s all. Now take this crazy woman—Mary Randall—”
While he spoke he had opened a letter containing a second enclosure. It was an envelope of a peculiar shape and its color was dark blue.
CHAPTER XIII
THE READER MEETS ANOTHER OLD ACQUAINTANCE
The sight of the blue envelope had transfixed Grogan. He stood staring at it like a man in the presence of a ghost.