"Then why should it be addressed to me? It ought to have been sent to you."
"Will you let me see the handwriting?" asked Jed.
His heart beat a little rapidly, for he recognized the hand as that of Percy Dixon.
"I know who it is from," he said.
"Is it from a friend of yours?"
"No, an enemy."
"I don't understand."
"You will understand when you come to read it, Mr. Roper. It is from a boy whom I entertained on the yacht three days before we sailed for Bar Harbor. He has probably written you in the hope of injuring me."
"Does he know anything to your disadvantage then?"
"Not to the disadvantage of my character. But please read the letter, Mr. Roper, and then you will understand."