CHAPTER 20“And that’s that!” said Michael Dorn lugubriously, as he left the police station in company with the tall officer.
“Lighton, I’m going to catch a real thief now, if my theories are sound. And my main theory has something to do with an envelope which I begged from a clerk at the Home Office to-day, and which was posted to my address this afternoon.”
“Letter-box stealing?” asked the other, and Michael did not reply until he had secured the cab that was crawling on the other side of the street and they were seated.
“Let us say letter-delaying. I got on to this business owing to the fact that all the letters that came to me from my stationer and from a friend of mine in a Government office were unaccountably delayed twenty-four hours in the post. After giving the matter some thoug
