investigate the case."

As we hurried along to a restaurant for a bite of breakfast, he
remarked, "The circumstances of the thing, coming so closely after
the report about Warrington's car, are very suspicious--very. I
feel sure that we shall find some connection between the two
affairs."

Accordingly, we caught an early train and at the nearest railroad
station to the town mentioned in the despatch engaged a hackman
who knew the coroner, a local doctor.

The coroner was glad to assist us, though we were careful not to
tell him too much of our own connection with the case. On the way
over to the village undertaker's where the body had been moved, he
volunteered the information that the New York police, whom he had
notified immediately, had already sent a man up there, who had
taken a description of the girl and finger prints, but had not, so
far at least, succeeded in identifying the girl, at any rate on
any of the lists of those reported missing.

"You see," remarked Garrick to me, "that is where the police have
us at a disadvantage. They have organization on their side. A good
many detectives make the mistake of antagonizing the police. But
if you want results, that's fatal."

"Yes," I agreed, "it's impossible, just as it is to antagonize the
newspapers."

"Exactly," returned Garrick. "My idea of the thing, Marshall, is