"She can't very well do that."
Something in his voice alarmed the suspected man.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Hastings smiled.
"What do you mean?" Webster asked again, his voice lowered, and came a step nearer to the detective.
Hastings took a piece of paper from his pocket.
"Here's the flap of the grey envelope," he said, as if that was all the information he meant to impart.
Webster urged him, with eyes and voice:
"Well?"