"Are the letters all written?" he inquired, seating himself at the table.
"They are, sir."
"Have you posted up the books?"
"Yes, sir. Everything is done."
"Has any one called?"
"No one, sir," promptly replied Abel Death.
"Any knocks at the street door?"
"No, sir."
"You lie! There was a letter in the box."
Abel Death's lips shaped themselves into the word, "Beast!"