Bundle sat down at it, pulled a sheet of notepaper towards her and wrote.

“Dear Bill⁠—”

She paused to pull out the lower part of the desk. It had stuck halfway, as she remembered it often did. Bundle tugged at it impatiently but it did not move. She recalled that on a former occasion an envelope had been pushed back with it and had jammed it for the time being. She took a thin paperknife and slipped it into the narrow crack.

She was so far successful that a corner of white paper showed. Bundle caught hold of it and drew it out. It was the first sheet of a letter, somewhat crumpled.

It was the date that first caught Bundle’s eye. A big flourishing date that leaped out from the paper. Sept. 21st.

“September 21st,” said Bundle slowly. “Why, surely that was⁠—”