“Goodness!” said he, gazing straight at Nick. “This is most amazing. A robbery predicted and your life threatened. What audacity! What daring knavery!”
“I agree with you.”
“Do you know who sent it or suspect?”
“I do not. Can you help me?”
“Help you? What a question! Why had you any such idea?” Doctor Devoll demanded, frowning. “I cannot imagine who would send you such a letter.”
“I thought you might know the hand.”
“It is not familiar to me. Why did you think so?”
“I will presently tell you,” said Carter. “The sender has in one respect made good. Mrs. Thurlow’s rope of pearls was stolen last evening.”
“Good heavens, is it possible?” Devoll’s brows rose again with a look of surprise. “In that case, Mr. Carter, you have only one course.”
“What is that?”