Carl hurried into his office and as he opened the envelope turned to Grace, asking, “How did you know it was from Sana?”
“Oh I thought so.”
“Why, you did not know that she was alive. How did you guess it?”
“To be frank, when you received the letter from Timbuktoo and when you forwarded the cablegram, I thought something unusual must have happened. Isn’t that so?” looking at her chief with a smile.
“Yes, you are right, Miss Huntington. I told you that Sana had been burned to death, but I was greatly mistaken. Sana is alive.”
“I am glad to hear it,” came the lying response.
Carl was reading the letter for a second time, when he was called to the telephone and while still engaged in conversation over the wire, a business friend dropped in requesting Carl to accompany him up town, without delay, to attend to some important business matters.
As they left the office, Carl informed Grace that he did not believe he would be back until late in the afternoon.
Later on, Grace, when placing some papers on his desk noticed Sana’s letter. Carl in his hurry had forgotten to put it in his pocket as was his custom with personal mail.
Without hesitation Grace picked up the letter and returning to her desk, read: