Yesterday my brother's
letter gave the first clue we have had. I want that lead worked.
Ferret this thing out to the bottom, lieutenant. Get me something
definite to go on. That's what I want you to do. Run the thing to
earth, get at the facts, and find my child for me. I'll give you
carte blanche up to a hundred thousand dollars. All I ask of you
is to make good. Find the little girl, or else bring me face to
face with that villain Henderson. Can you do it?"
O'Connor was strangely interested in this story of treachery and
mystery. He rose with shining eyes and held out his hand. "I
don't know, seh. but I'll try damned hard to do three things:
find out what has become of the little girl, of Dave Henderson,
and of the scoundrel who stole your baby because he thought the
map was in the pocket."
"You mean that you don't think Dave--"
"That is exactly what I mean. Your cook, Anderson, kidnapped the
child, looks like to me. I saw that locket Collins found. My
guess was that the marks on the end of the chain were deep teeth
marks. The man that stole your baby tried first to cut the chain
with his teeth so as to steal the chain.
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