Dr. Maclean’s eyes flamed with anger. “I hope to God that neither my niece nor Harry Garlett will ever see this vulgar, hateful letter.”
“I can reassure you on that point,” said the other earnestly. “Under no consideration are these kinds of communications brought into a law case,” and, as he saw a shadow pass over the doctor’s face:
“Not that I think there will be a law case. Since my talk with Mr. Garlett this morning, and with you during the last hour, I believe that all this trouble has been caused by some hysterical woman who has a grudge against Mr. Garlett.”
Dr. Maclean muttered: “I only wish I had the writer of this letter here.”
“Perhaps you’d rather not see the other letter?” said his visitor, half smiling.
Human nature was always surprising James Kentworthy, and now he was amused in spite of himself. Dr. Maclean had taken the first anonymous letter calmly, but the moment he himself had been brought into the matter he had evidently felt very differently.
“Of course I’d rather see it!” he exclaimed brusquely, and the police inspector put it down before him.
No. 3 was written in block letters.
THE WRITER OF THE LETTER DATED NOVEMBER 25TH ADVISES THE HEAD COMMISSIONER OF POLICE TO ASK MR. HENRY GARLETT TO RENDER A FULL ACCOUNT OF THE CIRCUMSTANCES SURROUNDING HIS WIFE’S DEATH.
“I think,” said Dr. Maclean hesitatingly, “that I know who wrote two of those letters.”