“What is it, Evan?”
“Please, sir, I was dropping the pieces one by one into the kitchen fire, when I see this envelope.”
“Yes, Evan, and what is there peculiar about that envelope?” Frank asked, amused, for the lad looked so unnaturally serious that he could hardly help smiling.
“Please, sir, there’s a seal on it.”
“Yes, Evan, it’s unbroken. Do you remember, Katie, my tearing the letter open so as to show you the seal?”
“Yes, Frank, I remember it quite well.”
“Please, sir, isn’t the seal a hand?”
“Yes, Evan, it’s a hand.”
“But it’s only three fingers, hasn’t it, sir?”
“Yes, Evan, it has only three fingers; it’s a crest, but what is there curious in that?”