was it, cloth or linen?”
“Goodness only knows what it was. Wait a bit. … I believe I didn’t tear it off anything. It was a bit of calico. … I believe I sewed it up in a cap of my landlady’s.”
“In your landlady’s cap?”
“Yes. I took it from her.”
“How did you get it?”
“You see, I remember once taking a cap for a rag, perhaps to wipe my pen on. I took it without asking, because it was a worthless rag. I tore it up, and I took the notes and sewed them up in it. I believe it was in that very rag I sewed them. An old piece of calico, washed a thousand times.”