“Not a person. I discovered the letter, nevertheless, within a couple of minutes.”
“How long ago?”
“Not more than five minutes. I was intending to send the letter up to your room. I hope the delay is of no consequence,” Burton added.
“None whatever,” Carter assured him. “Come, Chick, we’ll go in to dinner.”
“It’s plain enough that some one slipped in here and seized an opportunity to leave the letter without being seen,” Chick remarked.
“That’s about the size of it.”
“Will you do anything more about it?”
“Not at present.”
“Or change your plans?”
“Not an iota,” said Carter decidedly. “I am not to be intimidated by threats. I may decide, however, to attend the ball of the National Guards. If Mrs. Mortimer Thurlow wears her rope of pearls, and the writer of this letter attempts to steal it, he will end with having it stuffed down his knavish throat. Vastly my superior, eh? We’ll see about that.”