"Mr. Carl Crawford:--Your letter of inquiry
is received. In reply we would say that
we will send you six tickets for five dollars.
By disposing of them among your friends at
one dollar each, you will save the cost of your
own. You had better remit at once.
"Yours respectfully, Pitkins & Gamp,
"Agents."
Carl looked the picture of astonishment
when he read this letter.
CHAPTER XX.
REVEALS A MYSTERY.
"Please read this letter, Mr. Jennings," said Carl.
His employer took the letter from his hand,
and ran his eye over it.
"Do you wish to ask my advice about the
investment?" he said, quietly.
"No, sir. I wanted to know how such a
letter came to be written to me."
"Didn't you send a letter of inquiry there?"
"No, sir, and I can't understand how these
men could have got hold of my name."
Mr. Jennings looked thoughtful.
"Some one has probably written in your name,"
he said, after a pause.
"But who could have done so?"
"If you will leave the letter in my hands,
I may be able to obtain some information on
that point."
"I shall be glad if you can, Mr. Jennings."
"Don't mention to anyone having received such a letter,
and if anyone broaches the subject, let me know who it is."
"Yes, sir, I will."
Mr. Jennings quietly put on his hat, and walked
over to the post office. The postmaster, who also
kept a general variety store, chanced to be alone.
"Good-evening, Mr. Jennings," he said,
pleasantly. "What can I do for you?"
"I want a little information, Mr.
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