Chapter XIX
Which Has to Do with Some Letters
One morning when I came down to my office, I found a letter postmarked from the city in which Uncle Issachar lived addressed to me. I opened it and found inclosed, with seal unbroken, the letter Silvia had mailed to her uncle and which she had marked “personal.” There was a note addressed to me accompanying it:
“Dear Sir:
“I am returning herewith your personal letter to Mr. Innes, as he has gone to South America and left no forwarding address. Should such be received from him at any future date, you will be duly notified thereof.
“Very truly yours,
“Chester K. Winslow,
“Secretary.”
I read the above to Silvia at luncheon. She was grievously disappointed because her uncle had not received her letter of explanation.
“It is most fortunate,” she said, “that I sent it in one of your office envelopes.”
As usual, she had found the bright spot she always looked for and generally discovered.
“I wouldn’t care,” she said, “to have 270 Uncle Issachar’s private secretary or the dead-letter office know all our private affairs, but I shall feel like an impostor until Uncle Issachar is undeceived.”