“Look!”
175Upon that table rested a pile of cans, boxes, and sundry packages. For a short moment both regarded in silence this almost incredible display. Then Pats took up the letter. On the envelope was no address–no name nor writing whatsoever. He turned it over in his fingers. “I suppose it is intended for the old gentleman, the owner of the place.”
“And how careful they are that nobody shall know his name.”
“There must have been several men here to bring up all these provisions, and whoever left the letter had no intention of giving the old gentleman away,” and Pats tossed the letter upon the table.
Elinor in turn picked it up and looked it over. “I would like to know what it says.”
“So would I,” said Pats. “Let’s open it.”
“Open another man’s letter!” And she frowned.
“It may not be a letter. It may be some information as to when they are coming again, or what he is to do about provisions or something important for us to know. Our getting away from here may depend on what is inside that envelope.”
“Well, open it.”