Yet something had happened that had brought
her already into the office of a detective.
Garrick had glanced quickly at the outside of the slit envelope.
The postmark showed that it had been mailed early that morning at
the general post office and that there was slight chance of
tracing anything in that direction.
Then he opened it and read. The writing was in a bold scrawl and
hastily executed:
You have heard, no doubt, of the alleged loss of an automobile by
Mr. Mortimer Warrington. I have seen your name mentioned in the
society columns of the newspapers in connection with him several
times lately. Let a disinterested person whom you do not know warn
you in time. There is more back of it than he will care to tell. I
can say nothing of the nefarious uses to which that car has been
put, but you will learn more shortly. Meanwhile, let me inform you
that he and some of the wilder of his set had that night planned a
visit to a gambling house on Forty-eighth Street. I myself saw the
car standing before another gambling den on Forty-seventh Street
about the same time.
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