and underneath the familiar hand had set:
Von Schwarzenberg.
Below, in plain large capitals that caught the eye,
BOOTS
"Oh, that's why it's heavier than hats." Lady McIntyre held the label so all could see.
"It's heavy for boots," remarked Singleton. Grindley had sunk down on his haunches.
"This is it," he said.
"How do you know?" Napier asked.
"The lock," answered Grindley, picking over his hooks and twisted wires. He worked for some moments in his customary silence. Singleton strolled about, opening books.
"From Nan. From Nan. She might almost as well have had a stamp made."