“Well, as I was observing, Mr. Thompson,” said the widow, “I have no desire to see Rawton, but he has informed me by letter that anything I might leave for him with you would be sure to fall into his hands. Is that correct?”
“Perfectly correct. I will undertake to give him anything you may entrust to my care.”
“I am greatly obliged, I’m sure.”
Mrs. Bourne took from her pocket a large-sized envelope, containing two ten pound notes and a slip of paper with a line or two written thereon, saying who had sent them. The envelope was addressed to—
“Mr. William Rawton, care of Mr. Thompson.”
“Will you be good enough to give your friend Rawton this?” said the widow.
“Certainly, with the greatest of pleasure. And to say who it comes from?”
No. 54.
PEACE JUMPS INTO HIS PONY TRAP.