“But even though I looked at the desk, how could you pick out the very letter, at once?”
“Oh, I looked at the desk, too. And I saw your morning’s mail, pretty well sorted out. There’s a pile of bills, a pile of what are unmistakably social notes, and, up above in a pigeonhole, all by itself, was this letter. You glanced at it a dozen times or more, so I couldn’t help knowing.”
Olive laughed. One couldn’t help liking the strange girl whose expression was so earnest, even while her black eyes were dancing.
Meanwhile, Penny Wise examined the missive.
“I’ll read it aloud?” and he glanced at Olive, who acquiesced by a nod.
“Miss Raynor:
“Quit looking for slayer of A.G. or you’ll be railroaded in yourself. This is straight goods. Call off all Tecs, or beware consequences. Will not warn twice!
“A Friend.”
“A woman,” Pennington Wise said in a musing voice, after he read it.
“A business woman,” added Zizi from her corner.