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nide of potassium in my favorite cherry pie!
"All of this, too, in the shadow of a New Jersey skunk farm! It is high time, I fancy, that I secure expert advice. Should the progress of the mysterious vendetta, by any chance, render me unable to receive you personally, my niece, Miss Muriel Jansen, I am sure, will endeavor to act as a substitute.
"Respectfully Yours,
"Wendell Marsh."
"Three Forks Junction, N.J.,
At the bottom of the page a lead pencil had scrawled the single line in the same cramped writing:
"For God's sake, hurry!"
Madelyn retained her curled-up position on the bench, staring across at a bush of deep crimson roses.
"Wendell Marsh?" She shifted her glance to me musingly. "Haven't I seen that name somewhere lately?" (Madelyn pays me the compliment of saying that I have a card-index brain for newspaper history!)