"For me?" I repeated.
"For you! Yes! The man came to see you. If he had been alive you might have been in his toils by now. He was a very cunning person, and those who sent him were devils."
"How do you know these things?" I asked, amazed.
"From the letters which I ripped from his coat," he answered.
"He came to Braster to see me, then?" I exclaimed.
"Precisely."
"And the letters which you took from him—were they addressed to me?"
"They were."
I was getting angry, but Ray remained imperturbable.
"I think," I said, "you will admit that I have a right to them."