“More fool he. Who wrote it?”
“The second letter was to Mr. Ansel,” went on Anice. “It gave him the idea for scattering issues of an out-of-State paper along the speech-route, with advertisements and report of——”
“Who wrote it, I asked you?”
“The same person wrote all three.”
“Then who——”
“I did.”
“This isn’t a thing to joke about. There’s a leak somewhere pretty high up, and I must find——”
“I wrote them.”
She spoke slowly, as though imparting a lesson. The Railroader’s eyes searched her face one instant. Then he dropped back, heavy and inert, into the farthest recess of his chair.
“Good Lord!” he whispered, staring at her blankly.