in my 'ed, else what would be the use of me keeping this little book here-just a ordinary common notebook, you see, which I make a practice of entering all such names and addresses in it as I see fit to do?"
"Admirable arrangement, to be sure-but- all right, thank you. When did the parcel go off?"
"Half-past ten, this morning."
"Oh, good; and it's just one now."
Garrett went upstairs in deep thought. How was he to get the address? A telegram to Mrs. Simpson: he might miss a train by waiting for the answer. Yes, there was one other way. She had said that Eldred lived on his uncle's estate. If this were so, he might find that place entered in the donation-book. That he could run through quickly, now that he knew the title of the book. The register was soon before him, and, knowing that the old man had died more than twenty years ago, he gave him a good margin, and turned back to 1870. There was but one entry possible. 1875, August 14th. Talmud: Tractatus Middoth cum comm. R.
