"You had no business to wake up."
"Your letter...."
"What letter?"
"The letter from you which a commissionaire brought me at the hotel."
"A letter from me? You're mad!"
"I assure you."
"Where is the letter?"
Wilson produced a sheet of note-paper and, by the light of his lantern, Shears read, in amazement:
"Get up at once, Wilson, and go to the Avenue Henri-Martin as fast as you can. The house is empty. Go in, inspect it, make out an exact plan and go back to bed.
"Holmlock Shears."