"I thanked him and left, but I had had a good look at him, and I think I'd know him readily any place."
I sat for a few minutes thinking it over. "But what did he mean by saying he hadn't seen the notes for ten days? And why is Bronson making the overtures?"
"I think he was lying," Hotchkiss reflected. "Bronson hasn't reached his figure."
"It's a big advance, Mr. Hotchkiss, and I appreciate what you have done more than I can tell you," I said. "And now, if you can locate any of my property in this fellow's room, we'll send him up for larceny, and at least have him where we can get at him, I'm going to Cresson tomorrow, to try to trace him a little from there. But I'll be back in a couple of days, and we'll begin to gather in these scattered threads."
Hotchkiss rubbed his hands together delightedly.
"That's it," he said. "That's what we want to do, Mr. Blakeley. We'll gather up the threads ourselves; if we let the police in too soon, they'll tangle it up again. I'm not vindictive by na-
