"One thing occurred on Monday last, not long after I had left you, which I can't help looking on with suspicion."
"Indeed! and may I hear it?"
"I think so. Without stopping to explain my modes of taking observations, I will give the bare fact. On Monday afternoon, while Doctor Heath was alone in his office, a boy, carrying on his head a tray of carvings, stopped at the foot of the stairs, set down his tray, ran up the flight like a young cat, and just as quietly, and slipped a note underneath the office door."
"Really!" in real surprise, and some disturbance of mind. "And you know nothing more about the note?"
"Nothing; but I shall soon I trust."
"Then you intend following up this case, Mr. Belknap?"
He looked up with a start of astonishment.
"Is not that your intention?"
"Decidedly not."
"But—have you consulted with Mr. Lamotte?"