“Good! and locked away when you are asleep?”
“Always; locked in a secret drawer.”
“Good, again. Then, you’re all right. But let me warn you, Patty, to be most exceedingly cautious. Farnsworth’s work is of the highest importance, and his plans must not be known in advance. I know this even better than you do, and I beg of you to be even over-careful of any orders he may give you.”
“Oh, I am! I do! But you see, this matter must have leaked out some other way, and he thought it was because of my knowledge of it.”
“Patty!” Philip spoke suddenly; “did you have that letter with you that day at the Timothy Grass Club?”
“Yes; I had just received it that morning.”
“Where did you carry it?”
“In my fur stole; there’s a buttoned pocket in the end of it, and it’s a safe place.”
“And that Munson,—that masquerader,—wore your stole!”
“So he did!” and Patty looked frightened. “But, no! that’s all right, Phil. The enclosed note was still sealed when I reached home, and it is sealed yet!”