familiar with it.
It is, of course, a trifle, but there is nothing so important as trifles. Let us now see the letter. Ha! there has been an enclosure here!”
“Yes, there was a ring. His signet-ring.”
“And you are sure that this is your husband’s hand?”
“One of his hands.”
“One?”
“His hand when he wrote hurriedly. It is very unlike his usual writing, and yet I know it well.”
“ ‘Dearest do not be frightened. All will come well. There is a huge error which it may take some little time to rectify. Wait in patience.— Neville .’
Written in pencil upon the flyleaf of a book, octavo size, no watermark.
Hum!
Posted today in Gravesend by a man with a dirty thumb.
Ha!
And the flap has been gummed, if I am not very much in