She shook her head and smiled sadly. “It is unfortunately nothing occult. But I will ask you not to give me the letter.”
I drew a deep breath of surprise. “Do you know what is in it?”
“No—but please do not question me. You are mixing in matters which you cannot understand and I cannot explain. But do not give me the letter—I—I could not read it.”
“Will you not say why? This is so extraordinary.”
“I know it must seem so to you. Oh, why do you not leave the city?” she burst out impulsively.
“But the news I bring is good news—at least I hope——”
“Please, please,” she interposed, holding up her hand.
“But if you don’t know the contents of the letter why mustn’t you read it?”
“Don’t question me. I cannot tell you. I would if I might—I am sure you know that. But I cannot.”
“Who told you I was coming?”