drive from her home to that of her friend in Thirty-seventh Street?"
"On the afternoon of the inquest?"
"Yes."
"Certainly, but"
"You never thought to look at its superscription before it was dropped into the box."
"I had neither opportunity nor right to do so."
"Was it not written in your presence?"
"It was."
"And you never regarded the affair as worth your attention?"
"However I may have regarded it, I did not see how I could prevent Miss Leavenworth from dropping a letter into a box if she chose to do so."
"That is because you are a gentleman. Well, it has its disadvantages," he muttered broodingly.
"But you," said I; "how came you to know anything about this letter? Ah, I see," remembering that the carriage in which we were riding at the time had been procured for us by him. "The man on the box was in your pay, and informed, as you call it."
Mr. Gryce winked at his muffled toes mysteriously. "That is not the point," he said. "Enough that I heard that a letter, which might reasonably prove to be of some interest to me, had been dropped at such an hour into the box on the corner of a certain street. That, coinciding in the opinion of my informant, I telegraphed to the station connected with that box to take note of the address of a suspicious-looking letter about to pass through their hands on the way to the General Post Office, and following up the telegram in person, found that a curious epistle addressed in lead pencil
