dence of the treasurer of the company—a young fellow—James Whately. James Parkin Whately. Whately has disappeared. He ’s keeping out of the way, so as to protect old Langton.
“He ’s engaged to Langton’s daughter, Mary. Mary Langton.
“I don’t think he ’s guiltily involved, but we ’ve got a warrant for him, on indictment, so as to hold him if we can find him. That ’s why the newspapers suppose he defaulted.”
He paused a moment on the book. He continued, drily: “The Langtons have a house on Forty-fifth Street. One of their servants has been on our payroll ever since we started on the case. We ’ve been watching the daughter to see if we could connect her with Whately, and find out where he is. Yesterday, she disappeared. We learned that she received this volume of poetry by book-post before she went, but we weren’t able to get the postmark. She had destroyed the wrapper. My theory is that it came from
