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Page 29
"No, I'm with a drug house and have been for four years, one of the
best in the country, Alexander & Company, of Rochester, New York. I am
their salesman for New York and the Eastern States. We make some of
the most noted preparations in the trade."
"Alexander & Company, of Rochester," mused Adam Adams, thinking of the
bit of paper he had picked up from under the safe. "I believe I have
seen their place. Let me see, what street is it on?"
"Wadley street and runs through to Hill--a fine six-story concern, with
a laboratory that is second to none."
"Yes, I remember it now. I suppose you must have a pretty good
position with them."
"Fair. I think they ought to raise my salary," answered Tom Ostrello.
He stretched himself. "I feel sleepy--didn't get a wink last night.
When this affair is over I am going to ask for a week's vacation."
"I don't blame you," answered Adam Adams, with a quiet smile.
He settled back to smoke and his companion did the same, and thus the
remainder of the trip to the city passed. As he smoked the detective
revolved the new revelation in his mind. Tom Ostrello represented the
very drug firm whose advertisement had appeared, in part, on the bit of
paper picked up from under the library safe.
"And he was there hunting for something," thought the detective. "Was
it for that bit of paper or for the something that he secured in his
mother's room?"
At the depot the pair separated. Adam Adams lost no time in visiting
his office, where his assistant awaited him anxiously. "Well, Letty,
how are you this morning?" he said pleasantly, as he dropped into his
chair.
He gave the girl a bright smile and she smiled in return. Letty
Bernard was an orphan, the daughter of one of his former friends, and
he took a fatherly interest in her. She lived with a second cousin,
but wished to be independent and so the detective had given her the
position, in his office, a place she filled with credit. She was short
and plump and had a wealth of curly hair that strayed over her forehead.
"The Chief asked me to give you these papers," said the assistant.
"You are to sign all three."
"Um! Then that's the end of the Soper case. Anything else?"
"Glackey was in. He told me he had tracked the German and would report
in full by to-morrow. He thinks you were right and the German is the
man."
"What else?"
"A Mrs. Caven-Demuth was here. Wished to know if you ever found lost
dogs."
"Great Scott! Dogs!"
"She said her pet cocker-spaniel had disappeared and she was willing to
spend five hundred dollars on finding him."
"I am no dog detective. Send her to McMommie." McMommie was, as it is
easy to guess, a rival.
"I sent her to police headquarters."
"And is that all?"
"Mr. Folett telegraphed that he would be here at ten."
"It's after that now--it's nearly noon. You can go to lunch if you
wish. There's the door-- Hullo, it's Mr. Folett now. Be back in an
hour."
"Yes, Uncle Adam," answered the girl. She always called him uncle,
since he had taken such an interest in her. She went out as the caller
entered, and left the two men talking over a business matter which has
nothing to do with our story.
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