"Give it to me, mother. I'll find out the office it came from, and perhaps in that way I can get some light on the mystery."
"I don't see what object anyone could have in playing such a cruel trick on me," said the widow. "Thank heaven, it isn't true."
Rupert took the note and went to the nearest messenger office.
"Was any messenger boy sent from here this afternoon to Elizabeth Street?"
The superintendent looked over the books.
"Yes," he answered.
"Can you tell who left the message?"
"It was a stout woman, of medium height."
"What did she wear?"