“Do you know by whom it was written?”
“Yes, monsieur.”
“By whom?”
“By Mrs. Stephen Bellamy.”
“And how did it happen that you were in possession of a note from Mrs. Bellamy to Mr. Ives?”
“It was the habit of Mrs. Bellamy to mail to me letters that she desire’ to have reach Mr. Ives, without anyone should know. Outside there would be my name on the envelope; inside there would be a more small envelope with the name of Mr. Ives on it. That one I would put in the book.”
“You had been doing this for some time?”
“For some time, yes—six months—maybe eight.”
“How many notes had you placed there, to the best of your recollection?”
“Ah, that I am not quite sure—ten—twelve—twenty—who knows? At first once a month, maybe; that last month, two and three each week.”