"The letter—well, what about it?"
"It's gone!"
"Gone!" echoed Wyndham scarce able to believe his ears.
CHAPTER IV
SHADOWS OF THE EVENING
But too true—the letter had gone. No wonder Paul was bewildered, stupefied. He had risked so much to get that letter to its destination—had braved more than one peril, and come safely through—that it seemed heart-breaking to find the letter gone.
"Have you searched all your pockets?" asked Wyndham.
"All," answered Paul. "It was in this one—here"—he placed his hand upon his breast-pocket. "I put it here when it was given me, and I haven't shifted it."
"Where, then, can it have gone?"