He handed me the letter and went out.
"Yes, Walter," agreed Elaine, "that would be better. Register it, too."
"How do you do?" greeted a suave voice.
It was Del Mar. As he passed me to speak to Elaine, apparently by accident, he knocked the letter from my hand.
"I beg your pardon," he apologized, quickly stooping and picking it up.
Though he managed to read the address, he maintained his composure and handed the letter back to me. I started to go out, when Elaine called to me.
"Excuse me just a moment, Mr. Del Mar?" she queried, accompanying me out on the porch.
Already a saddle horse had been brought around for me.
"Perhaps you'd better put a special delivery stamp on it, too, Walter," she added, walking along with me. "And be very careful."
"I will," I promised, as I rode off.