“They were,” I informed him. “One came the morning after his death.”
“It did! Which one?”
“It isn’t here. All the new mail went to his lawyer.”
“We must get hold of it!”
“But,—do tell me what’s the import of a blank sheet of paper?”
“These aren’t blank,” and he pointed to the stamped dates. “They are very far from blank!”
“Only a date,—on a plain sheet of paper,—what does that mean?”
“Perhaps nothing—perhaps everything.”
It wasn’t like Penny Wise to be cryptic, and I gathered that the papers were really of value as evidence. “Has the writing been erased?” I hazarded.
“Probably not. No. I don’t think so.” He scrutinized more closely.