'Oh, I almost forgot—here's a letter for you.'
'Where—'
'It came in the Maxineffs' mail this morning. Mrs. Max suggested my bringing it to you.'
Noakes took the long, foreign-stamped envelope. The typed superscription was noncommittal, but at the Berlin postmark his eyes narrowed and the knuckles of the hand by his side whitened. He drew a quick breath and looked keenly at the girl.
'Was Mr. Maxineff at home this morning?' he asked quietly.
'No; I believe he is in the city.'
'Oh!' he breathed. 'Thank you very much.'
He slipped the letter into his pocket.
'Well, I can't stay any longer.'
Noakes pressed her hand.