"Do you suppose it would help you out any to have me give it to
you?"

"Why, will you?" questioned Dave eagerly. "I was going to ask you
to do so."

"I think I understand the situation now," said the clerk, "and I can
see how your getting the letter may help your people out of a
tangle. It's taking some responsibility on my part, for the letter
is of course the property of Mr. Timmins. I'm going to take the
risk, though, and I think Mr. Timmins will say it's all right when
he comes along."

"I know he will," declared Dave. "You see, I hope to carry through
a contract he has neglected."

Dave took the bulky letter and opened its envelope. He glanced
hastily but intelligently over its contents. They were just what he
imagined they would be, contracts for eight biplanes ready to sign,
and details and plans as to the machines.

"Have you a Kewaukee directory here?" he asked.

The clerk pushed a bulky volume across the marble slab of the
counter, with the words:

"Anybody special you are looking up?"

"Why, yes," replied Dave, "the County Fair Amusement Co."