Letter I

letter, Sir?” says I. “She’s in London with our girl, Susan; and, if his friends should be gone away from where you are writing to, she may be able to trace them.” > > “Quite right, Penhale!” says he; “we’ll do that. Write to your wife, and put my letter inside yours.” > > I did as he told me, at once; and his letter is inside this, with the direction of the house and the street. > > Now, Mary, dear, go at once, and see what you can find out. The direction on the doctor’s letter may be his home; and if it isn’t, there may be people there who can tell you where it is. So go at once, and let us know directly what luck you have had, for there is no time to be lost; and if you saw the young gentleman, you would pity him as much as we do. > > This has got to be such a long letter, that I have no room