XXI. A CHANGE
"It's all up. I'm beaten on my own ground." Thus confessed Sweetwater,in great dejection, to himself. "But I'm going to take advantage ofthe permission he's just given me and continue the listening act. Justbecause he told me to and just because he thinks I won't. I'm sureit's no worse than to spend hours of restless tossing in bed, trying tosleep."
But our young detective did neither.
As he was putting his supper dishes away, a messenger boy knocked at hisdoor and handed him a note. It was from Mr. Gryce and ran thus:
"Steal off, if you can, and as soon as you can, and meet me inTwenty-ninth Street. A discovery has been made which alters the wholesituation."