The girl at the counter in the telegraph office smiled cordially.
“Yes, we have a telegram for you, Mr. Wiggins. Just a moment... Here it is.”
Gramps pulled back the flap of the freshly sealed envelope, extracted the folded sheet of yellow paper on which a paper ribbon of typed words had been pasted he message read:
COURTESIES EXTENDED BETWEEN COUNTIES IN POLICE MATTERS STOP WHEN WE HAVE ANYTHING TO DO IN LOS ANGELES COUNTY WE ADVISE CHIEF OF POLICE IF WITHIN CITY LIMITS OR SHERIFF IF IN COUNTY OR SOMETIMES BOTH REQUESTING CO-OPERATION STOP ANY TIME SANTA DELBARRA COUNTY FEELS IT NEEDS ASSISTANCE IN LOS ANGELES WILL REQUEST PROPER AUTHORITIES TO CO-OPERATE STOP DISLIKE TO PUT DAMPENER UPON YOUR EFFORTS WHICH NO MATTER HOW CLEVER ARE STILL AMATEURISH BUT SITUATION WILL BE GREATLY CLARIFIED IF YOU CONFINE YOUR DETECTIVE ACTIVITIES TO READING PUZZLING CASES IN CURRENT MAGAZINES STOP YOU LEFT YOUR TRAILER PARKED IN MY DRIVEWAY IN SUCH A POSITION CAN’T GET MY CAR OUT OF GARAGE WITHOUT MOVING IT AND CAN’T MOVE IT WITHOUT POSSIBLE DAMAGE TO TRAILER HITCH STOP MILRED JOINS ME IN SENDING KINDEST REGARDS SINCERELY YOURS