"Were you uneasy when she failed to come in—last night?"
"Yes; but what could I do?"
"Had she written to Mr. Webster recently?"
"Yes; I think so."
"You think so?"
"Yes; she went out to mail a letter night before last. I recall that she said it was important, had to be in the box for the midnight collection, to reach its destination yesterday afternoon—late. I'm sure it was to Webster."
"Did you see the address on it?"
"I didn't try to."
He stepped from the window, to throw the full glare of the morning sky on her face, which was upturned, toward him.
"Was it in a grey envelope?"