"I would have more turtles if a certain Fenn Masterson had sold me his collection," went on the queer man. "I got his name from a naturalist's magazine, for he collects turtles, it seems. I wrote to Mr. Masterson, asking him if he'd sell me his turtles. But I had to proceed very cautiously, for he lived in the same town where the bracelet was stolen, and I didn't want to show myself there. So I told him to leave his answer in an old sycamore tree. Then, after I did that I became alarmed, and I didn't dare go back to see if he had replied. Oh, you can't be too careful in this business," concluded the man, with a cunning look.