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DETECTIVE Mitchell hung up the telephone receiver and sat glaring at the instrument.
"Well, I'm d -- ned! " he muttered. It was some moments before he rose and went in search of Cato, but although he hunted through the entire first floor of Thornedale and called upstairs until he was hoarse, Mitchell was unable to find the old negro, and at last gave up the search. Over an hour had elapsed since the departure of Anthony, the Secret Service agent, and still Thorne had not returned. Mitchell's impatience got the better of him, and, not troubling to leave a written message, he left the house and walked rapidly to Dewdrop Inn.