"I heard you had a letter for me, Mr. Kenyon," said Oliver abruptly.
Again Mr. Kenyon looked disturbed. He had hoped that Oliver would hear nothing of it, and that no enquiry might be made.
"Who told you I had a letter for you?"
"The postmaster."
Mr. Kenyon saw that it was useless to deny it.
"Yes, I believe there was one," he said carelessly. "Where could I have put it?"
He began to search his pockets; then he looked into the drawers of his desk.
"I don't remember laying it down," he said slowly. "In fact, I don't remember seeing it since I got home. I may have dropped it in the road."
"Won't you oblige me by looking again, sir?" asked Oliver, disappointed.
Mr. Kenyon looked again, but, of course, in vain.