The next day Carl met Leonard in the street.
“By the way,” said Leonard, “you got a letter yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“I brought it to the factory with the rest of the mail.”
“Thank you.”
Leonard looked at him curiously.
“He seems to be close-mouthed,” Leonard said to himself. “He has sent for a ticket, I’ll bet a hat, and don’t want me to find out. I wish I could draw the capital prize—I would not mind old Jennings finding out then.”
“Do you ever hear from your—friends?” he asked a minute later.
“Not often.”
“I thought that letter might be from your home.”