At the corner specified he hurriedly tore open No. 3, but
found, to his amazement, only the singular direction:
Take Suburban Elevated Road for Duane Street Station. From there
go to _Sentinel_ Office and secure third edition of yesterday's
paper. Open Env. No. 4. C. W. Jr.
"Well, what under the sun, moon, and stars did he send me out to
Kingston Heights for?" cried Cyrus aloud. He caught the next train,
thinking longingly of his broken engagement with Harold Dunning, and of
certain plans for the afternoon which he was beginning to fear might be
thwarted if this seemingly endless and aimless excursion continued. He
looked at the packet of unopened envelopes.
"It would be mighty easy to break open the whole outfit and see what
this game is," he thought. "Never knew father to do a thing like this
before. If it's a joke"--his fingers felt the seal of "Env. No. 4"--"I
might as well find it out at once. Still, father never would joke with a
fellow's promise the way he asked it of me. 'My word of honour'--that's
putting it pretty strong.
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