"Very well; if you like we'll take that for granted----"
"I don't like."
"Tell me what was in the note!"
"'Dear Robert, referring to our conversation of' such and such a date; at this moment I can't give it you exactly----"
"It doesn't matter."
"'You will find in envelope enclosed herewith the instructions of which I spoke. It is understood that it is only to be opened in the event of my demise; and that, should I for any reason whatever desire its return, you will at once hand it me intact. In acknowledging kindly state that you understand.--Faithfully yours, DONALD LINDSAY.' That was the note. With it was a sealed envelope, inscribed, 'To ROBERT SPENCER. Not to be opened until after my death.--DONALD LINDSAY.'"
"And have you opened it?"
"That's the gist and point of the whole affair--I haven't it."
"I don't understand; I thought you said----"
"I did say. What's that?"