“I can't understand it. I left it here, I am positive of that.”
“At what time in the day?” asked Grant, quickly.
“About eleven o'clock in the forenoon.”
“Can you tell to whom you gave it?”
“To the servant.”
“It is very strange,” said Grant, thoughtfully. “And it was in a boy's handwriting?”
“Yes; the address was in a round, schoolboy hand. The servant couldn't have lost it, could she?”
“No; Sarah is very careful.”
“Well, I must be going.”
By this time Grant had opened the letter. He had glanced rapidly at the signature, and his face betrayed excitement.