“The writing is bold and clear,” he said. “No name signed to it.”
“It is peculiar,” Mr. Wright rejoined. “It seems strange that this should turn up just at this time, and it is remarkable that I should have been impelled to act as I did.”
“Yes,” Carter remarked, and he became thoughtful, while he held the package in his hand and gazed at it fixedly.
“What do you suppose those papers contain?”
“We will examine them.”
“Why was Isabella Porter so anxious to get possession of them?”
“That we will have to find out.”
“Who was Edward Peters?”
“I can’t answer the question.”
Carter laughed as he glanced at Mr. Wright, who joined him, remarking: