“Another what?”
“Another letter.”
“Let’s see it.”
Belder passed over a sealed envelope addressed to Mrs. Everett Belder.
Bertha studied the envelope, turning it over in her fingers, examining the stamp, the somewhat smeared cancellation mark. “How did you get it?” she asked.
“It was in the afternoon mail.”
“You took it from the postman?”
“No, confound it, my mother-in-law did.”
“What did she do with it?”
“Put it on a little table, together with some of the other mail. But she looked this over pretty carefully. She looked them all over, as far as that was concerned, but this was the only one that really attracted her attention. You see, it’s marked ‘Personal, private and confidential.’ ”