Bill did not reply. He sat staring at the carpet and looking so puzzled and uncomfortable that Jimmy felt his curiosity aroused.
"Has anything very extraordinary occurred, William?" he asked gently.
"Something damned odd. I can't make head or tail of it."
"The Seven Dials business?"
"Yes—the Seven Dials business. I got a letter this morning."
"A letter? What sort of a letter?"
"A letter from Ronny Devereux's executors."
"Good Lord! After all this time!"
"It seems he left instructions. If he was to die suddenly, a certain sealed envelope was to be sent to me exactly a fortnight after his death."
"And they've sent it to you?"