Sergeants Lane and Howe.
Turning it over, he dumped its contents upon the table. A handful of shavings and one very misshapen bullet, that was all; or so he thought until he thrust in a hand and drew forth a much crumpled bit of paper.
With a quick intake of breath, he flattened the paper on the table.
Words were scrawled across the page. The writing was very bad, as if a right-handed man had undertaken to write with his left hand. In time he made out the message.
Here are some important clues. Guard them with care. When raids are made you will collect firearms. Collect pocket knives as well. You will hear from me later.
“The G.G.”
“Some crank,” Drew muttered.
Then a thought struck him all of a heap. How had the message gotten into their room?
“Howe brought it.
“No. That is impossible. Had he read that note he would have folded it neatly. That’s Howe every time.”