Not at all dismayed the detective went on: “I believe you claimed it as your property?”
“I did—have you any reason to doubt my word?”
“Not at all, sir. If it was your property, then the letter must have been addressed to you.”
“It was.”
“Mr. Prescott, you are looked upon in society as an honorable man—your name has never yet been tarnished. As a friend I beg of you to pause ere you cross the Rubicon.”
“What’s all this about? It seems to me you are interesting yourself in a business that does not concern you in the least,” coldly.
“That is where you are mistaken, sir—it does interest me greatly.”
“In what way?”
“I know the lady who wrote that note.”
The artist shrugged his shoulders.