With some difficulty Fredericka managed to do as he ordered. “Now,” he continued, “I can tell you this much. Your news about Chris’s possible information and about that letter have proved to be pure gold. You are the best Dr. Watson any man could want.”
“Did you find the letter then?”
“No. It had disappeared. And it was too late to ask Margie—poor kid. But Chris, bless him, had some old envelopes Catherine had given him before. He hadn’t got around to taking the stamps off and so I found the address I wanted. That’s why I’m going to Washington—”
“But—Peter—” There were a thousand questions Fredericka wanted to ask but he held up his hand.
“I’ll tell you all when I know all, Fredericka. Right now you mustn’t know anything, not even what you’ve told me and what I’ve told you. Keep it abs
