Biscayne was looking at the envelopes. There were only three.
One was addressed to Louis Glenn; the second to James Throckmorton; the third to Arthur Wilhelm. They were written in a scrawl — a scrawl which Cardona recognized as the writing on the envelope which had been found by Thomas Sutton’s wastebasket.
That envelope had borne the instructions to seek the gold-headed cane in the fatal closet beneath the stairs.
The envelopes were not sealed. Biscayne read the letter addressed to Louis Glenn. It was full of vague remarks Biscayne quoted in part:
“We have not met for years… You have forgotten me… You made me lose my money, but I shall be wealthy, now! My brain will bring me millions…”
Laying the letter aside, Biscayne took the one addressed to James Throckmorton. He read these statements:
“You wanted to know about my inventions… They are completed now… The one will bring me millions. You will know all about it then…”
The letter to Wilhelm carried a different tone as Biscayne read it:
“My task is done… My model lies complete, where it is safe… It is at my home…”
“Here’s another letter,” remarked Cardona, going through the odd papers which he had found. “It’s to Thomas Sutton, but it has no envelope. Listen. “It says that Sutton had no faith; that he will hear great things from the man whom he had ignored.”