"All right," said the marshal glumly making for the door.
"Here, I'm in on that arrangement," observed Halsey.
The inspector with an eagle glance at the letters on the tables and a business-like air, sat down to look over a mass of correspondence lying before him. Frank went up to him.
"Can I be of any assistance to you, sir?" he asked.
"You helped in this thing. Yes, yes you can help me," said the Inspector. "Take this note to the local postmaster, will you?"
The inspector wrote a few words on his own card. It summoned the postmaster. The inspector directed that official to deliver all future mail of the Wacker outfit to himself or his representative.
When the postmaster was gone the inspector impressed Frank into service. This consisted in sorting out the letters and taking down the names of the persons who had been swindled.
"Now you can go for the marshal, if you will," said the inspector, about an hour later.
Frank found that official just returned from an unsuccessful search for Dale Wacker and the old
