'The one I promised to bring you to show you—the one to Germany,' was Jerry's answer.
And then Frank remembered at once what, in the excitement of the diamond theft, had passed from his mind.
'Yes, yes, I know; give it to me,' he said, advancing rapidly toward her, and putting out his hand. 'When did he write it? Give it to me, please.'
'But not to keep,' Jerry said, struck by something in his face and manner which, it seemed to her, meant danger to the letter.
'Let me see it,' he continued.
And rather reluctantly Jerry handed him a bulky letter, the direction of which covered nearly the whole of one side of the envelope.
Very nervously Frank scanned the address, which might as well have been in the Fiji language for any idea it conveyed to him.
'To whom is it directed? I cannot read German,' he said
'I don't know,' Jerry replied. 'I have not looked at it, and would rather not.'
'Why, what a little prude you are;' and Frank laughed uneasily. 'What possible harm is there in reading an address? The postmaster has to do it, and any one who took it to the office would do it if he could.'