“I’ll do this, though,” she said. “If the finder will produce it I will allow him to keep it on one condition.”
“And that?” he asked suspiciously.
“If there is a D on it he may have it. Otherwise——”
The finder produced it, unfolded it and looked at the “left-hand lower corner.”
“Well?” she asked, smilingly. He frowned.
“It—it looks more like an H,” he answered.
“It is an H! Now may I have it?”
“But it ought to be a D,” he said. “H stands neither for Devereux, Laura, nor Clytie.”
“I never said it did!”