"I do not find it necessary to tell you." Something in his father's
voice sent the languid Cornelius to an erect position and quickened his
speech.
"Of course I will go," he said, but he did not speak with enthusiasm.
"And--your word of honour?"
"Certainly, sir." The hesitation before the promise was momentary.
"Very well. I will trust you. Go to your room before opening your
instructions."
And the second somewhat mystified boy went out of the library on that
memorable Thursday morning, to find his first order one which sent him
to a remote district of the city, with the direction to arrive there
within three quarters of an hour.
Out on an electric car Cyrus was speeding to another suburb. After
getting the letter from the seventh floor of the Norwalk Building, he
had read:
Take cross-town car on L Street, transfer to Louisville Avenue,
and go out to Kingston Heights. Find corner West and Dwight
streets and open Env. No. 3. C. W. Jr.
Cyrus was growing more and more puzzled, but he was also getting
interested.
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