Carl's house was found in an upscale subdivision which was part of the Country Club. All the houses looked the same, but his house was easy to find by...looking for the house number on the mailbox. I parked in his double-wide driveway. Carl met me at the door, inviting me into his home. Carl said. "I am working on my masseur license. I cannot charge for the massage, but donations are always welcome." Carl was dressed in shorts and a golf shirt which allowed me to notice his nice tan. He mentions. ..indisposed, so I would have to make them up this week before I couldreally focus on the new stuff we were learning.I had finished my homework and had supper when the phone rang.I answered, and it was Melody."Good news!" she gushed."What?" I asked."Mom figured out who was following us. It was a sprite." A ... sprite?" Kinda like a pixie or a fairy. Not dangerous, but sometimes curious.Probably felt the magic that changed you, and was investigating." That's good news, right?" Yep. Still, Mom's. Half an hour later, we continued around and found no one alive hanging around the airport. We notified everyone by radio that we were coming in but to be watchful though it looked like our attackers had left.We notified Preservation and listeners by radio regarding what happened. Doctor George asked, "What are your plans?" We will stay another day and then leave." Robby continued, "They might solve the issue. We'll wait. There are some pretty good people here if they get it together."Paul and. Chambers told me she’s the top earner again this month.”I walked him back to the Bighorn, flipped him a quarter, and continued to the Western Union. Sam handed me the message from Memphis and watched as I read, “Cravens innocent. Cleared of all charges. Detective Sergeant Walter Lambert.”I shrugged, pretty straightforward.“Sheriff?”“Yeah?”“That telegram ... I checked the sine.” Operator’s signature.“Okay.”“Says it’s from J. C. Slagg. Like I told you, I never met him, but I know he didn’t send.