Well, here goes!"
On his way out he stopped to telephone his friend of his detention, took
a Westchester Avenue car at the nearest point, and in twenty minutes was
at the library. He found an obscure corner and opened "Env. No. 1."
Go to office of W. K. Newton, Room 703, seventh floor, Norwalk
Building, X Street, reaching there by 9:30 A. M. Ask for letter
addressed to Cornelius Woodbridge, Jr. On way down elevator open
Env. No. 2. C. W., Jr.
Cyrus began to laugh. At the same time he felt a trifle irritated.
"What's father at?" he questioned, in perplexity. "Here I am away
uptown, and he orders me back to the Norwalk Building. I passed it on my
way up. Must be he made a mistake. Told me to obey instructions, though.
He usually knows just about why he does things."
Meanwhile Mr. Woodbridge had sent for his elder son, Cornelius. A tall
youth of seventeen, with the strong family features, varied by a droop
in the eyelids and a slight drawl in the speech, lounged to the door of
the library.
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