“There you are: Parry Glyddyr, Esq, care of Reuben Gellow, Esq, 209 Cecil Street, Strand.”
“Why, they’ve been opened!”
“Yes, all three—and read.”
“You scoundrel!” roared Glyddyr. “Do you dare to sit there and tell me that you have had the effrontery to open my letters and read them?”
“I didn’t tell you so.”
“But you have read them?”
“Every line.”
“Look here, sir,” cried Glyddyr, rising fiercely, “I found it necessary to have my letters sent to an agent.”
“Reuben Gellow.”
“To be forwarded to me where I might be yachting.”