“I'm sure I never thought to enquire.”
“Then do so.”
In five minutes the secretary was back.
“Yes, sir. It came this morning.”
“Then bring it in.”
The secretary was inclined to take the affair as a practical joke, but Peter Winn, after an examination of the pigeon, thought otherwise.
“Look at it,” he said, stroking and handling it. “See the length of the body and that elongated neck. A proper carrier. I doubt if I've ever seen a finer specimen. Powerfully winged and muscled. As our unknown correspondent remarked, she is a loo-loo. It's a temptation to keep her.”
The secretary tittered.
“Why not? Surely you will not let it go back to the writer of that letter.”
Peter Winn shook his head.