[CHAPTER XXIV]
ANOTHER MYSTERY
This, indeed, was another startling discovery, and one which brought a flood of thoughts to Bob Somers' brain.
He waited until satisfied that there was no danger of discovery, then slipped down from his perch and started rapidly away.
"A lucky thing I climbed that tree," he soliloquized. "A mighty good morning's work. Now I think I'd better give father's letter to Mr. Jenkins at once."
Passing a restaurant, he was reminded of the fact that lunch time had arrived, and accordingly entered.
During the course of the meal, Bob took from his inside pocket a wallet. It contained a letter which Mr. Somers had sent to his agent. The inscription on the envelope read:
John C. Jenkins,
243 State Street,
Tocono, Wisconsin.
He remembered the locality, and on leaving the restaurant started off without hesitation.
Number 243 State Street was an old-fashioned building. The march of progress had left it dingy and dreary-looking between two of its more pretentious modern neighbors. In the hallway was a directory of tenants.