Dr. Lytton waved the paper on which he had copied the names.
“Names are mysteries in themselves....”
He paused and glanced quickly around the room.
“Someone’s knocking, Julien,” he exclaimed.
A muffled sound was repeated.
“It’s the door,” De Medici smiled at the doctor’s unexpected nerves. “Come in, Harding.”
Harding, his bland-faced valet, entered.
“A special-delivery letter,” he said.
“Thanks.” De Medici took the proffered envelope. The valet stepped through the curtains.
“Look out,” Dr. Lytton cried as De Medici’s fingers began to tear open the letter. “Postmarks are important.”