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Updated: June 22, 2025
You know how the department is about such things?" "You are safe with me." "I'll have the record brought in." There was a wait of several minutes, and then a big book was produced from one of the safes. "Here you are, Adams: John S. Watkins, Bryport. Born at New Haven, October 4, 1862. Former occupation, model maker and cabinet maker.
I know if you send word it means business," answered the secret service officer, with a laugh. An hour later found Adam Adams on a train bound for Bryport. He reached that city in the evening, and from a directory he learned where the secret service man resided. A street car brought him to within two blocks of the dwelling.
As soon as his interview with Tom Ostrello was at an end, Adam Adams asked the young man to leave him. "I am going to follow up this clew," he said. "And the quicker the better." He looked over a valise he carried and selected a number of things he wanted. Midnight found him at the depot, boarding a train for Fairfield. At the latter place he changed and took another train for Bryport.
It was a long journey from Bryport to Sidham, and it was a question if he could accomplish anything at the scene of the tragedy during the night. "Perhaps it will pay just as well to go to a hotel and go to bed," he told himself. He had just come out to the corner of the street and was halting at the curb, when he saw two men approaching.
Matlock Styles lived in an old colonial mansion, so Raymond Case had said, a mile and a half from the Langmore estate. Did his coming to Bryport have anything to do with the tragedy or with the counterfeits? Going close to the house once more, he heard the two men enter the parlor and heard Watkins order supper.
I suppose you are going to follow up the murder mystery. Will you follow this up, too?" "I think so. I can't get it out of my head that the two are related to each other." "More than likely. Now, you just said you wanted to know something." "I want to know about this John S. Watkins, of Bryport." "Um! If I give you his record, you'll of course keep it to yourself.
"I am John S. Watkins, of Bryport. I am connected with the United States secret service." There was a brief pause after the man from Bryport made his announcement. Adam Adams tried hard to see his face clearly, but in the gloom this was impossible. "Perhaps you do not believe me," said John Watkins. "I can easily prove what I say." "Why shouldn't I believe you?"
When did Matlock Styles last call on your father?" "He called several times last week. I don't know exactly when he called last. But I do know that my father was greatly excited over something, and that he called in my stepmother and she was excited, too. I was not told what it was about." "Well, to drop him, do you know a man named John Watkins, of Bryport?" "Watkins? Yes, I do.
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