"My lord called me and said he would dress to go on shore. I gave him out the suit which he was wearing when the body was found."
"He said nothing about the letter, or its contents?"
"Oh, no! My lord was never given to talking much, although I was his confidential valet since he left college. He never spoke to me of his affairs. My lord always kept his distance, as it was proper he should."
"Could you tell at all what became of this letter?"
"My lord put it in his pocket when he was dressed."
"You are certain of this?"
"Most positive."
"Was any such letter found in the pockets of the deceased?" asked the attaché of the Turkish police, through the dragoman of the Embassy.
Nothing of the kind had been found.
"The letter was no doubt removed purposely. This would destroy all trace of its origin. It was evidently a snare, a bait to lure the poor lord on shore," said one attaché to another.