I ask of you
your word of honour that you will do so."
The two pairs of eyes looked into each other for a moment, singularly
alike in a certain intent expression, developed into great keenness in
the man, but showing as yet only an extreme wide-awakeness in the boy.
Cyrus Woodbridge had an engagement with a young friend in half an hour,
but he responded firmly:
"I will, sir."
"On your honour?"
"Yes, sir."
"That is all I want. Go to your room and read your instructions. Then
start at once."
Mr. Woodbridge turned back to his desk with the nod and smile of
dismissal to which Cyrus was accustomed. The boy went to his room,
opening the envelope as soon as he had closed the door. It was filled
with smaller envelopes, numbered in regular order. Enfolding these was a
typewritten paper which read as follows:
Go to the reading-room of the Westchester Library. There open
Env. No. 1. Remember to hold all instructions secret. C. W., Jr.
Cyrus whistled. "That's funny!" he thought. "And it means my date with
Harold is off.
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