Jeckley looked gloomy. "Nobody seems to know him," he said. "And the
name isn't to be found in the directory, telephone-book, or social
register."
Wonderful fellows, these newspaper men; I never should have thought of
going for Mr. Indiman like that.
"But why and wherefore?" I asked, cautiously.
"A mystery, my son. The card was shoved into my hand not half an hour
ago."
"Where?"
"At Twenty-third and Fourth. There were a lot of people around, and I
haven't the most distant notion of the guilty party."
"What does it mean?"